Sorrow
In the secret place,
we keep hidden
those things dark
and unkempt,
those bits of madness
that uncoil and claw
in the deep of the night,
the midnight of dreams,
the beast, black of heart,
blank of soul,
born of the unpurged,
burning sorrow
fueled by the private
anguish in which we burn.
we keep hidden
those things dark
and unkempt,
those bits of madness
that uncoil and claw
in the deep of the night,
the midnight of dreams,
the beast, black of heart,
blank of soul,
born of the unpurged,
burning sorrow
fueled by the private
anguish in which we burn.
posted by Hope at 8:34 PM
8 Comments:
Hi Hope
This one is spectacular, I know everyone will have their favorite, and though it didn't "touch me" the way some of your other ones have (make me sad), for some reason I feel this is your best one yet, or at least the one I like the best.
Thank You! I wondered what the feedback on this one would be...not everyone likes things are that are dark or jaded. But I felt very satisfied with this one, not sure exactly how to explain it. (And sorry my stuff makes you sad!)
Hi Hope
Actually this one, believe it or not, kinda makes me chuckle. It reminds me of an old Robin Williams stand-up routine when he was talking about his Id (strange but true)...:)
Sorry, I said that poorly (blogging quickly during lunch at work.) Your poetry doesn't make me sad, I was sad to begin with. Your poems seem to just touch me in that spot. I think they are actually quite wonderful and I always look forward to your next one.
Interesting...I wouldn't have thought that this would have inspired a chuckle...but hey, if it works!
Hi Hope,
First, that is beautiful!
Secondly, thanks for dropping by my universe. It's always make me extra happy when I find new people saying hello. I love the title of your blog... I wish I thought of that!
love, missy xx
Missy: Thanks much! I always hope that people enjoy their time on my blog! I'm rather fond of your blog name as well!
I need to take this to Shrink. It reflects perfectly upon my life right now. Thanks for putting words to my emotions.
Some Guy: I am glad that my words had something to offer you. For me, the beauty of poetry is that it somehow forces a condensing of words that wrings out some "truth".
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