Free Verse entries for the Word Picture Contest |
| Poetae Tenebris (The Dark Poet) Filled with undigested thoughts, stygian murmurs drone. They seep from deep within my mind and slither, snake-like, before my closed eyes. They whisper to me of love's despair, of pain, of death... and worse. Their song echoes in dulcet tones, each verse inviting me into their obsidian depths. There, trapped within a dark recess, a thought, so dark and vile, that it stains my very soul, yet I am compelled to give it life, to make it whole. Its fevered taint finds purchase in my chaotic dancing words. It sprawls across white pages so its darkness can be heard⦠can be seen, can infect the unsuspecting. Delivered from its shackles, I find that I am free at last of its droning control. Still, no peace comes to me from the torturous voices that feed upon my weakness⦠who forever torment me from the shades within my head. An entry for the Mar 18-23 round of "Word Pictures Contest" Prompt: Image - Prompt 2 Form: Free Verse Line Limit: 7 - 40 Line Count: 30 |