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Her there be Demons

Contributed by Coquillion on Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 05:03:29 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



There is evil in this place,
that wraps you in its cold embrace
and with honeyed words, soft and sweet,
whispers words of such deceit.
You believe.
Cannot Leave.

There is danger here.
A dark, forbidding, atmosphere
and in the gloom, that forms around you,
creatures of the night surround you.
Jaws agape.
No Escape.

And in the darkness there’s despair.
Its questing tendrils fill the air.
Soft and silent, it enfolds you.
With steely claws it grips and holds you.
No release.
Never peace.

There are other parts of me,
wandering this insanity.
Each believes it’s on its own,
stumbling blindly all alone.
Fragmented.
Demented.




Copyright © Coquillion ... [ 2004-01-09 05:03:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Her there be Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by ToriVeigh on Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 05:54:23 AM AEST
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Powerful words. Wow! You've managed to express the seeming life of that darkness that's so hard to escape. You will escape though: call it a hunch. Great poem!!!


Re: Her there be Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by bernard on Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 06:29:16 AM AEST
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Great poem. As a sufferer of depressive moods I can truly emote with this excellent poem. Have a good day now from bernard.


Re: Her there be Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 06:18:31 PM AEST
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Truly excellent write ... great words, great rhyme and rhythm ... and you have captured the feelings of depression so very well ... Jan




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