Jack Cohen

A Wicked Scheme

Rend my mind
with tales of thine
words I dare not speak.

It chases me here
where I hide in fear
this old cabin where I oft retreat.

It first appeared in my dreams.
A land of mine where wild thoughts scream.

It spoke to me there
words none could bare
stories of its kind.

Every night
awoken by fright
feeling me lose my mind.

The final dream
it revealed to me
the reason for my birth.

It's using me
a wicked scheme
to open a door upon the earth.

Now it's out
needs me found
needs the final lines written.

I can hear it knocking
its voice now mocking
"DONT THINK YOU'VE BEEN FORGIVEN"

Comments2

  • James Michael Schwab

    Very well written. A little criticism if I may. It needs to be tightened up. Possibly too much thought. Possibly too many Guinness for me!

    • Jack Cohen

      Hey Thanks!

    • L. B. Mek

      'Every night
      awoken by fright
      feeling me lose my mind.

      The final dream
      it revealed to me
      the reason for my birth.

      It's using me
      a wicked scheme
      to open a door upon the earth.

      now it's out
      needs me found
      needs the final lines written.'
      indeed, this is wonderfully written
      really adore, your style of flow dear poet
      a unique voice, a beautifully tender one
      that's hidden under so much bluster and aesthetic wordplay..
      I shall always invest in your write's, because I know
      they stem from and are inspired-by
      something, deeply meaningful..
      thank you, for choosing to share
      (please forgive me
      if my words cause offence
      I sincerely meant them to be supportive and encouraging)

      • Jack Cohen

        Thanks I appreciate it!



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