Dark Turmoil

A darkened blackish vine
full of sharp thorns
tormenting my thoughts as it's
tight gripped vine constricts all movement
Aches of thorns pulsating,pounding
where my cuts lay deep
twisted thorns as death grows near
coldness of air rushes over me
weighed down with iron chains
This darkened blackish vine won't hear my plea
never letting me forget
what darkness can bring
it does not care and it only has one thing
reigns on my soul
unending rest

Reviews

[Shaka-Greywolf]

Awesome write the imagery in this poem can only be described in one word EPIC! Can't wait to read the rest of the poems you sent me a read request for and again great job.

[Daytonight]

Very good and very dark. Keep on penning.

[Brenda:)]

love the last lines they are so dark but beautiful love it !!:)

[Jeremy Baker]

Great extended metaphor of the vine and entanglements leading to death.

[The Cobra Lounge]

The sharp pain twisting around in your soul.....I can feel every word.

[Meg]

The depths of this poem are amazing... "unending rest"...Id also like to add that it takes a talented poet to be able to write in a way that the lines are not the end of the sentence. for instance, "Its--- tight gripped..." starts a new line. And you made it look easy. Well done

[STAR CHILD]

oh this powerful and deeply dark

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Deep, dark write! But a great one. Wonderfully written!

[K.C. Zbryk]

Sometimes these vines weave their way deep into our minds and refuse to release, and you captured this image here perfectly. The visuals leap out at the reader. Well penned

[~*. Jade Black .*~]

A vine holds all of us some let it happen but hurt and others can handle it without knowing they are actually doing so. Great poem! as are all your works I look forward to reading.