Harsh Reality

by Jacklyn   May 13, 2005


Cracking, crushing bones beneath my feet,
The smell of blood boiling,
Neither nightmare nor a dream,
For once I’m facing harsh reality,

Cries and screams speaking my name,
Trapped behind cages and touchier chambers,
Crumbs of bread all stale and gray,
Floor so wet of sewage waste,

The moving, crawling floor of rats beneath my,
The men and women cry, wishing to turn back time,
The temperature increase, the world enclosing on me,
Looking to the left to see saws and pools of blood,

Looking to the right to see dull knifes,
Look straight a head as fear shoot straight in my heart,
Watch as darkness swallows me up,
Deep within the shadows of this steaming Hell.

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  • 19 years ago

    by †JustAri†

    holy crap that wuz really good ~lil slam~ i pictured everything! 5/5 Thank u soooooooooooooooooo much for the comment on my new poem. Yeah i feel pretty sad thinkin bout it but good news, i'm gettin it outta mah system! :D Luv U Lots gurl, Peace, //ari\\

  • 19 years ago

    by Lost Girl

    Oh that was such an evil poem, I loved it. The images you created were great. stay strong
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  • 19 years ago

    by Robert

    This poem was rich with description and a foreboding doom that would make any one crindge great job. If you get time please comment and vote on any of my featured work thanks...

  • 19 years ago

    by Roni

    sweet poem. I think this si the one i read in Band class. 5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by ElegantlyWasted

    Very dark my friend. "Fear shoot straight in my heart" - wonderfully written line.

    Luffvoo,
    Kal.

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