It's Only Me


Comes approach of eve-

bringing glowering eyes,

where shadowy figures dwell


Fetched away by night-

through own hollow's deep,

to places evil winds do wail


Sheer madness to soul-

that throngs of horrors instill,

created one to other's kind


Shrieks! The terrifying cries-

with death riding alongside,

his faces crowding the mind


Haughty! All the many seen-

mocking fear upon their smirks,

vilest intent clearly defined


More nightmares than dreams-

and sanctity never found;

onward with hopeful lies


Trappings of worlds inside-

haunting cruelties clinging tight,

to the ends until one dies


Before me is bleakest black-

it's all this life has been,

the insanity never letting go


Falls tears to a page-

into a handful of words,

the only quiet moments I know


© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's supposed to read like that.

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nightlight1220's picture

Love your wording here. Love

Love your wording here. Love the last verse. Beautifully blatant.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


cevance's picture

I usually try to write in a

I usually try to write in a more neutral stance, whereas, what I describe can be applied to just about any fictitious person. This piece, I wanted to resound directly toward me. That's why I wrote the last verse so evidently blatant. I suppose it did as I intended. As for the wording in this bit--if you happened to read my post on facebook a few days ago--I mentioned that some people might be put off  by how I intended to word this piece when I first started writing it…Apparently you weren't…Thank you.