Austerity

by Maple Tree   Dec 12, 2012


The cloud is blackened,

night; a pitch fork sting

blind to the eye,

mysterious vessels

adhere to my inner

voices-

hushing begins,

the pendulum cage

dangles on high,

mountain cliff beckons

me to fall,

aching for the thrill

to let go,

fall - I shall

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Tee Hee, I do love your dark poems. You rock at them and getting the power impact in them. The wow Factor!

    acheing for the thrill
    to let go,

    - acheing = aching

    I love this and the title of it too.

    More dark poems please xxx

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Awesome piece!!
    The darkness is strong and the imagery...plus the aspect of nature is pretty awesome too.

    Xxxx

  • 11 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    Fall - I shall
    Ya but in my heart!!
    That's stunning Andrea. I loved it.

  • 11 years ago

    by Wild flower

    I drew a conclusion for this piece, well it just popped into my mind. After reading this I imagined a woman with a pale face, and black hair, hanged on a branch on a cliff, in a forest that has big trees in it.
    This piece is really dark, and perfectly written as always^_^
    Brilliant.

  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Creepy! I love that you accidentally sent this to me! Its beyond awesome.....I hear whispers, I feel like falling, totally captivated here.

    Your dark poems remind me a lot of your nature poems...the smallest details bring the most impact to the piece!