Tortured

This is my first post modern poem

As I wait in the desert the winds are rising, on second thought this is hell and there is no thought. The fire licks against my skin, the screams of tortured souls scream in my head. The smell of death burns my nostrils; I wrap myself in no thought, a watch as darkness comes for me.

Reviews

[Echoes of Eros]

In each phrase you guide us deeper into this darkness, the devouring place of your soul. There is the overwhelming sense of pain and death, sorrow and emptiness. So very powerful is your voice. xo

[J Christian]

Thank you so much

[Echoes of Eros]

Thankful to discover your writing. xo

[AUU]

"...a watch as darkness comes for me."

Suppose to be "I watch?"

Tortured is spot on. Great job.

[Pete]

Very somber & morbid. Reads very smoothly. The words you use capture the feeling perfectly. Nice job.

[Gray]

You make this sound like a dream sequence. A nightmare would be a better name for it. The psychological frailty and terror are definitely present in this. Nice poem.