Clarion

Draven

The ghost is now upon her

Breathing self-loathing and doubt; clarion warnings of danger

Her vision darkens, eventually turning black

 

as she spirals

                           

                                                down

                                    

                                                                                   down.

 

 

What is this place?

A lonely space...

Was I here once before?

"I can't remember!", she cries out loud

and curls up on the floor.

  • Author: Draven (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 7th, 2021 05:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: I\\\'ve dropped the German translation this time because it doesn\\\'t fit with the second part of the poem.
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Coyote
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  • L. B. Mek

    (such a haunting read
    thanks for sharing and inspiring
    my own little scribbled reply)
    when that oppressive helplessness overwhelms us
    crawling, is nothing to be ashamed about
    lay low, lay low my friend
    just breath, short sharp relief
    and hope it passes, sooner
    that that nightmare, where it lingers
    draped in a moonless bleak of night;
    till we're wide awake - late
    and brushing our teeth, while pinching our cheeks
    trying to make sure, we've made it
    till the morning, after
    and so we've overcome, once again
    rejoice, treat ourselves
    to a sweet pastry or two
    and a swig of our favourite
    carb-happy drink,
    simply celebrate, this
    our Aurora's grace of survival
    otherwise known
    as another day: alive...!

    • Draven

      I am glad I could inspire such words! Really cool!

    • orchidee

      A fine write D. Day 7 done?

      • Draven

        Thanks! Yes, day 7 done. A week! I am actually really happy with the result so far πŸ˜€ Thank you for your support too!

      • Paul Bell

        still going strong.

        • Draven

          Haha thank you!

        • Fay Slimm.

          Wow you have captured the darkness of constant self-loathing so clearly Draven -- and with impressive imagery you highlight the resultant loneliness - - - clarion warnings indeed. Brilliant read.

          • Draven

            Thank you! I hope my subject gets out of this space! I have faith she will πŸ™‚

          • A Boy With Roses

            Feminine trauma, this poem makes me think of my all time favourite, Sylvia Plath, and so many women in troubled times. By the way I tried to send you a friend request, but I'm not even sure how to. I see you're new and you've been supportive of my writing, and likewise, you have a lot of poetic talent.

            • Draven

              Thank you! I am not familiar with Sylvia Plath but I will look her up. I think we are already friends, I think I must have requested you earlier? You come up in my friend thingy!

              • A Boy With Roses

                Maybe, I'm not sure. But yeh, please check out Sylvia. She is truly the mother of confessionalism. In my opinion, no other poet can catch up with her creativity or plane of genius.

                • A Boy With Roses

                  I own all of her work and never get tired of reading her thoughts.

                  • Draven

                    Thank you - I definitely will!

                    • Draven

                      And I just checked, we're friends πŸ™‚

                    • Neville


                      I love your title, it just happens to be one of my favourite words ...and your poem is pretty darn neat too .. I particularly like the format & two part formula that works really well here ................................... Neville πŸ™‚

                      • Draven

                        Oh wow, is it? That is cool! How come it is your favourite word, if I may ask?
                        Thank you!

                        • Neville



                          it was the name of the local newspaper where I grew up .. my pleasure

                          • Draven

                            Haha, that is a good name for a newspaper actually!

                          • Coyote

                            Hauntingly beautiful and brilliantly pennedπŸ™‚

                            • Draven

                              πŸ™‚ Thank you!



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