The Story of S

No solace I find

in this silent night

though solitude

silences, soothing 

my 

screaming soul

serpent seedlings

of sordid scenes 

slide down

sucking slowly dry

my soma

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The Story of C- Inspired by Ed Hart's 1st comment on the above.

No comfort I find

In this calm night

 

though cries 

of my core

are quieted in my confine

creepy creatures

of coarse construct

climb clinging

cutting my corpse

Author's Note

S is actually a sweet, sensual letter

Reviews

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This is wonderful i enjoyed this write

[Dark Empress]

Good poem, I like it :)

[:)]

I like this but I must tell you my Enslaved poem is about imperialism, america, overly dramatic romance and such :) Not a sensual letter ;)

[Ed Hart]

C+

That would make me sweet and sensual since my name starts with it. :P

[Ed Hart]

save some s's for the rest of us

[...]

soon surreal songs shall sing
and that soma will be sizzling
some more time some more time
and then your soul will be drizzling

. you write so beautifully my friend ... you always inspire ... keep that fire burning ... we are all in need of your words and skill ...

[Marie Harrison]

Sweet poem. Silences, soothing my screaming soul. Love it.