Hums

 

 

There is nothing around me but the hum.

 

                  This world is empty.

This life is void.

 

Silence eclipses sound--

                all but the humming of Death's tune,

                                 as he waltzes into my darkness,

                                                        and I courteously pull up a chair--

                    

 

                          so we may talk.

 

Author's Note

Not sure if I like this one... Please tell me what you think. :)

Reviews

[John Pollock]

Wow, that was really good. I don't really know how to describe it, but your poem had a really raw energy, especially at the ending, which I thought was really beautiful. It kind of reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe, and I mean that as a big compliment. Beautiful poetry!

[InsanityWriter]

I take it as a big compliment. ;) Poe is one of my favorite poets ever (Emily Dickinson and he are both tied at first). I'm so happy that you enjoyed my piece! I love getting feedback on my work, and your words have made me smile—so thank YOU! ;)

[Relic]

I think it's great. The ending has real impact. If you're not sure, put the first line on the fifth. There is nothing around me but the hum of death's tune. This may be too long though, I don't know, but I think the poem is fine the way it is. Great poetry.

[InsanityWriter]

Thanks Relic! :) I think I'm going to keep it the way it is though. Thank you so much for your input!! I truly appreciate it!

[Relic]

I think you should leave it the way it is too, its fine. You're welcome.

[nayra]

i love this part as he waltzes into my darkness,
very descriptive

[InsanityWriter]

Thank you! (:

[Jack...]

I like it. I really like the simplicity of it combined with the unknown of what death may talk about. Very nice my friend. There is a ceratin sureness of the feeling of being unfraid that makes it so appealing.

[InsanityWriter]

Thanks for reading Jack. :) I always love hearing from you. ^_^