Confession

by Dancing Rivers   Oct 4, 2015


Such a bone-chilling word
...confession...
A simple crystal shard trailing
viciously down your spine
...obssession...
A word insinuating so much
psychopathy...
What fear that envokes.
Who is this fiend?
The one who seduces villains
and intoxicates the innocent
softly she smiles
with a subtle glance
you're a defiled,
vixen bitten,
fear ridden,
soul-less
beastial
remainder of a man
insecure in love
scorched
ashen
dead
...
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  • 9 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Hazel,

    as Ben says, this is well written and creatively set out to single out certain words. This gives them more emphasis and creates a thumping beat through the poem. I like the anger, it spits out venomous words of scorn.

    Well done.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Oh dear, Hazel; things really aren't good at the moment are they? Another angry poem, full of resentment and dare I say hate?
    But - as always - very well written and really pleasingly laid out,
    Well done and all the best,
    Ben

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