Poe's Shadows

Raised by the shadows that eat my mind

Their voices beckoning still

Freedom is futile, it's too hard to find

As the darkness covets my quill

I scream at the silence at the top of my voice

But the noise won't disappear

I write what I'm told, they give me no choice

They feed me a cup full of fear

Crippled in spirit my soul starts to weep

Forbidden to search for the light

Their talons hold tight they're buried too deep

Tearing the hope from my sight

The shadows rejoice at their impotent son

For redemption's just out of reach

They record my transgressions and the evil I've done

As I swallow the words that they preach

Born to the shadows that lust for my quill

Lost in perdition's vast fold

The darkness devours and thirsts for my will

I fear that my soul has been sold

Reviews

[Mary]

Oh How I want to run inside your poem and rescue that trapped soul! That's what this poem did do me. I love the rhyme throughout, and your choice of words is amazing.

[Branches]

A fine piece of poetry with exceptional rhythm and rhymes. Deserves more praise and attention from others.

[graynuss]

i like the ryme, the poem is quiet scary but good (: (: