Darkness seeping threateningly
Through the dilapidated wall
Stillness lying heavy, deadly
On the old bed’s coverall
The lonely crooked, worn wooden chair
A sentry tiredly watching over the lair
The air devoid of sound but full of smells
Moving languidly around the room
He grabbed the needle, plunged it deep
With death as his bride, he be the groom
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2017 15:34
- Category: Reflection
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Comments8
Agree with Diamond - that last line is quite inspired - well written Fred.
Thanks Michael, coming from you this comment means a lot!
Sounds like another addict bites the dust in this one. A lot of that going around nowadays, with all the heroin ODs. Good write, Fred!
Thanks Louis, you are right, it could be an addict, but while I used the 'addict' image, I also had in mind a more general meaning that sometimes we have to "kill" something in order to go on. But looking at the poem now, I realize that that meaning did not come through the way I wanted to.
"Have to kill something in order to go on" ... an interesting insight you present. Yes, I know of what you speak with that comment, Fred. I had to kill memory of childhood trauma in that respect. My entire early childhood in fact. Our coping mechanisms are boundless, aren't they!
Good write Fred very descriptive very dark
Thanks WL, this is something a little bit different for me. But I want to learn!
Well written but quite the dark scene, hopefully imaginative. Sometimes us poets just go off into another world. Hopefully the sadness, if that's what it is, doesn't linger for long. Great write!!
Thank you Christina! It IS dark, on purpose. Purely imaginative. Wanted to try out something new for me.
Fred,
Glad it’s imaginative! Powerful write!
Thanks so much Laura, for reading and commenting!
You’re welcome, Fred!
God, help me if ever I had to sleep in that room. you have scared the shit of me, Fred Peyer and now I have to go to bed, with the light on.
😉 Thanks so much Kevin! You don't look like a guy who is easily scared!
Did not mean to scare anybody, just wanted people to think a bit!
I was making light of your beautifully worded and rare poem. I love the depth and the thoughts of it. it is very acute indeed.
Very dark write and such a powerful one.
Thanks Goldfinch! Wanted to try something different.
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