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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
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. "
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.