Confinement

by Mr. Darcy   Aug 24, 2009


Alone.. I look up with wide, suspicious eyes, wondering what fate awaits me?

I can hear them; their stench, a palpable puss that crawls into the depths of acid fear.

Silence: draped with scurrying claws and the betraying rasp of my gasping chest.
..In the depths a single droplet is released in excruciating slow motion: captive no more, it's form pulled, so that its elongated mass snaps, and in a whisper of free flight it breathes an air that is sweet..

Lightening cracks and thunder rolls..

Immediately, pain pierces and rips at my stomach, twisting it, with its cold iron, relentless fist. Involuntary, my inner core is spewed across a filthy stone floor.

Spiralling down, a mass of ravens caw in fetid frenzy. They swoop, land and then squabble over the entrails of my self-doubt.

M. Moran
24.08.09
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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Excellent, Michael. I love how you seem to purposely strive to change the layout of your poetry - it's always different and fascinating and draws the reader in instantly; it's very pleasing to the eye. And, as ever, backed up with effortless talent, in terms of content.
    All the best,
    Ben

  • 14 years ago

    by SheenaMarie

    Dark unique and excellent 5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Sylvia

    I have missed you and somehow this write until today. Maybe I was meant to read this today because your words echo the dark mood that has captured me in its grasp. Nice to see you back.

  • 14 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    You were recommended and I must thank her for that. I enjoyed this write. It was original and kept me reading with interest. Unique word usage and lay out .

  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Dear Michael,

    Such a dark write.

    I know how one ends up in such a place, because I was brought there in the same way as you were once.
    When a person is born the slate is blank and the parents get the chance to write the first messages on it. To some, such a task is too much repsonsiblity and they abuse this right, to be the first to make a lasting impression on your mind.

    Michael, most of what we experience is tainted by our beliefs and experiences and the most difficult task for abused and damaged people is to get rid of the false messages that were written on their slate...only the toughest manage to do so..no outside force or love of a dear one can help you achieve it. You, yourself have to realize that your parents did you wrong and then you will be free of this invisible prison you are in.

    Love you, my friend

    xx Ingrid

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