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

[Raven Starhawk]

A deep and meaningful write composed by a poetic heart that seems to be able to express beauty in various forms.

[SpokenWord]

Death is always an interesting topic one that brings fear to most especially when it comes knocking. You capture the darkness and fear that death brings to us all. I like the images that show the finality of it all. Good expression and write.

[M. L. Chesley]

I'm not much for poetry and reviewing it is even worse. But I do know when it strikes a chord in me as this does. In my opinion, very well done. :D

[Don Shaw]

Wow this is really good . I REALLY LIKE THE ENDING. This darkened blackish vine wont hear my plea never letting me forget what darkness can bring it does not care and only has one thing reigns on my soul unending rest. i can so relate. It sounds like the way depression can get me sometimes. Great work.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A great write, dark tone well captured!!

[DarkAngel]

wow... thats amazing