From dreary days I have not found
As others have-I ran aground
As others sang- I could not sing
My hopeless gloom was gathering
From all the Earthly joy around
My lot-intrinsic hell abounds
My mental chains forever honed
And all I dreamed I dreamed alone
Now- Heartache's furrows line the brow
Demon's clutches won't allow
My sense of self to overtake
Rise above all life's mistakes:
From being left alone to hide
From silent torture that resides
From wishes never brought to bear
On such a soul so unaware
From poisoned bottle's fatal hold
As liquid torture did unfold
From brief love's ecstasy denied
And the cloud that did reside
(When Heaven seemed at last to beckon )
With my burden left to reckon
*written for a Poe contest.....Poe's poem Alone that many consider unfinished....my attempt at a second part
You are truly a carefree and -incredibly- brave soul. I highly doubt that there are many a poet out there who would have taken on such a task. "Finishing" a poem "started" by arguably the greatest American poet in history. I'm a very big fan of Poe, I love his work.
You held true to the form that Poe wrote in Alone, and If I'm honest with myself you grasp the essense of his original beautifully.
If I hadn't read Alone so many times this comment would be a great deal better than it is; as you do an absolutely remarkable job with the dreary images and the metaphors are outstaning.
This in itself is a really well written poem, but darling, you took on a -Huge- challenge in trying to beat Poe at his own game. I know that may sound like an insult but it's the literary equivalent of a stand up comic trying to upstage Charlie Chaplin.
I'm sorry about this comment, and will understand completely if you wish to have it removed.
P.s I'm one of the few that think "Alone" is a completed piece. :)