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Prompt from Dark Dreamscapes Dark Poetry Contest |
| I lay in the dark, all alone. Cannot see, or hear, and feel only cold. Hoping for hope, hoping for death; Fear gripped my heart; Cold claws digging in. Hopelessness and darkness Making homes within. My heart is hallow, It's no longer there. Can no longer feel emotions; Life no longer has meaning; No purpose to suffice. Wearing my façade, I get through the days; Nightmares fill my dreams. Here under this tree, I sit with my heart out bear. Can anyone come, And save me from my despair? My familiar, the crow, The messenger of the dead. Has he come with a message, From the beyond? My dead lover buried here under this tree, My Love, my life. What shall I do, Now that you've moved on? I miss you, I'm here alone As the skies darken, Bringing in a storm. The cold of the Winter wind, Bringing a message of it's own. Frost is coming, the world will sleep. As I sit here under this tree, With my familiar and lover. 35 Lines |