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The Forest of Despair
Your eyes are darting
Your face is flushed
Your heart is pounding
Your morale is crushed
Your senses have failed you
The path you knew is gone!
So where are you to turn?
Within this darkness, you're done
You are without comrades
You have no helping guide
I have seen many before you
All of which have died
This is your death sentence
You will wander forever!
You're lost--
Lost in this land of death and terror
You're losing it!
You're losing your mind!
For you are another soul
The sun shall never find
Despair!
Weep!
For when you die
Your bones are mine to keep
The twilight is ever-lasting
You shall see no morning light
the darkness shall be your witness
For when you lose this hopeless fight
Goodbye despairing wanderer
The fates are so unkind
For you were just another soul
The sun would never find
Your eyes are darting
Your face is flushed
Your heart is pounding
Your morale is crushed
Your senses have failed you
The path you knew is gone!
So where are you to turn?
Within this darkness, you're done
You are without comrades
You have no helping guide
I have seen many before you
All of which have died
This is your death sentence
You will wander forever!
You're lost--
Lost in this land of death and terror
You're losing it!
You're losing your mind!
For you are another soul
The sun shall never find
Despair!
Weep!
For when you die
Your bones are mine to keep
The twilight is ever-lasting
You shall see no morning light
the darkness shall be your witness
For when you lose this hopeless fight
Goodbye despairing wanderer
The fates are so unkind
For you were just another soul
The sun would never find
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Really, really old poem from autumn in 2006. I wrote it, ironically, on a warm, sunny Sunday.
It started out as a song, and it still is in my mind's voice. I just wish I had the voice to illustrate better what I hear.
It's a Siren-like song. I imagine an unseen, beautifully-singing woman singing to a man lost. Her singing drives him madder and madder, and he ends the poem by running through the trees blindly faster and faster until he runs right into the claws of the Siren.
It started out as a song, and it still is in my mind's voice. I just wish I had the voice to illustrate better what I hear.
It's a Siren-like song. I imagine an unseen, beautifully-singing woman singing to a man lost. Her singing drives him madder and madder, and he ends the poem by running through the trees blindly faster and faster until he runs right into the claws of the Siren.
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Nice job. I like like the imagery and your play of words. you should, however, change thi from open to fixed poetry.