Dungeons of depression

Dungeons of depression

A Poem by Fréyjä Helvití

I see fire flaming with a scorch of scarlet red,

Unlike no other flames that conjures the horrid dread.

A burning for so long that I wish I had control,

Of eternal dreams and madness forever left untold.

 

These chains that cackles in dungeons of abyss,

The stench of rusted metal to hold the caress,

Now forged within me, beneath my skin so sore,

A memory of a lonely child, bathed in gore.

 

The lonely child in me, that remained in a memory,

Wrote down death in the heart of a diary,

Nor did she wish to remember, nor could she ever forget,

How the mistake of her mother made her regret.

© 2013 Fréyjä Helvití


Author's Note

Fréyjä Helvití
Hope this is grammatically correct now...:)

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Quite outstanding!
expressive!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Fréyjä Helvití

7 Years Ago

thank you..
Very raw and visceral poem. Thanks for sharing such and real piece. I could feel the emotion in every line.

Posted 7 Years Ago


that was a good read.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wow its amazing! Good luck :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Fréyjä Helvití

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much again... :)
Speak in Silence

8 Years Ago

You're welcome :)
This is such a powerful poem..it gave me chills. great work

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fréyjä Helvití

8 Years Ago

Thank you... :)
Wow. Beautifully chilling. Great poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fréyjä Helvití

8 Years Ago

Thank you...
this is so true in many ways death comes in more than one form and children dream of death when pain arrises when one grows in suffering the child within them is often forgotten

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fréyjä Helvití

8 Years Ago

Indeed... That is why some children feel like an outcast, rejected, unwanted...
marie

8 Years Ago

i for one will no stand for it every time i meet someone i do my best to make them feel wanted becau.. read more
Fréyjä Helvití

8 Years Ago

Exactly...
I really liked the feel of this one. It's like wandering through a familiar place. A place you never wanted to be familiar with. Great job.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fréyjä Helvití

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much... I wrote this when I was terribly misunderstood by my mom...
shackles or cackles:"to utter a shrill, broken sound or cry, as of a hen.
2.
to laugh in a shrill, broken manner.
3.
to chatter noisily; prattle."

Wrote down death in the heart of a diary

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laura Maidah

8 Years Ago

Last line doesn't need a comma btw
Fréyjä Helvití

8 Years Ago

It was really meant to be cackles, like the laugh of witch, mocking the prisoner with its sound... a.. read more

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Fréyjä Helvití
Fréyjä Helvití

Rivendell, Middle Earth, Philippines



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