by The Prince   Nov 20, 2018

made a tomb of
my ribcage; for an
age, wolves howl,

kind of foul creatures;
their paws dirtying
the windowpanes.

I smell the rain on
their fur, the damp
rank stench
from their open

your lips were

your eyes were
wide. For a while
you lay by my side,

I remember now,
how the sun hung
in the ashen sky
behind your

when you kissed me,
there was only

and I will not hide
this time, I will not
surrender my body
so meekly

for nothing was weaker
than my instincts,

I open my mouth,
and I’m no longer a crypt,
nor afraid of
opening the door

and finding no creatures
were there at all.


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Nikkicola

    This is beautiful. I love the message you're portraying in this piece. This piece reminds me of when hopelessness and fear has swallowed me in the past and has taken over every rational thought I had. Then in the end a glimpse of hope shining through in a time you thought it was impossible.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by The Prince

      I’m glad you enjoyed, and could relate in some way. I hope you always find no monsters at your door :)

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    It's fascinating how in the second half of the poem, the direction is changed, the tone moves to determined, and I feel a rush of hope. Like you are putting yourself out there among your fears, among what your mind tries to convince you is real. The ending lines actually made me think of agoraphobia. Surrendering to one's body could also be representing anxiety and how our thoughts can try to persuade us we are too weak, that the world is too cruel, that these foul creatures exist. Such strong imagery that portrays the complexity of trying to conquer this fear, of recognizing there is more than the darkness of fear, in knowing there are others who can enliven your spirit. My only qualm was with the line "for an age wolves howl", I couldn't figure out if that should be "an aged wolf"? The "for an age" just sounded awkward aloud but then again it could very obviously be me not understanding lol.

    Anyway, congrats on the win :)

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Darren

    Congrats on another win, knocking them out of the park on your return.
    I originally joined the site pretty much the day you left, your name was like folklore. Top of the praised comments and your name uttered on the forums. (which back then was a scary place)
    Glad to see you back and see the legend behind the myth.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by The Prince

      Hahaha folklore may be a slight exaggeration :P I had always considered returning and I couldn’t have asked for s nicer welcome! Thank you Darren.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Jamie

    Congrats on your win

  • 3 weeks ago

    by BOB GALLO

    It is very poetical. Your words could break the forms and connect only through imagination ( figuratively speaking, for poetry could never get free from words; music yes, already almost did, but word?? is impossible!! The moment that poem free itself from words, it is not poetry anymore, it is sorcery).
    I also found this piece very in-touched with feminine side ( in my humble opinion). If I did not know the writer I would have assumed it was a woman who wrote this. This is a great achievement in my eyes too because only a pure soul, a very versatile poet, could walk across the gender limitations.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by The Prince

      I’m humbled by your kind comments Bob! I tried to make the voice as gender neutral as possible, so I’m kind of glad you found it feminine. Maybe I should change my name to The Princess ;)

    • 2 weeks ago

      by BOB GALLO

      Haha that wouldn't be necessary, Name are irrelevant so as genders I guess, in some level of poetical exultation.
      Good answer!! Hope did not get offended.

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