Claustrophobia

by Wings Of Flames   Aug 7, 2007


The echos of the footsteps,
The mur murs in the hall,
An aching from the tainted,
Screams of those to fall,

Waiting in the darkness,
Holding every tear,
Waiting always watching,
As reality is the fear,

Each breath slowly drowning,
Each night I can't sleep,
Everytime I go to wake,
The angels are to seep,

Falling in my bedsheets,
Dying as I live,
Holding onto all I have,
But there's nothing left to give.

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  • 17 years ago

    by firexdancer

    This was pretty good, it was simple, yet very relatable, but just to tell you, murmurs is one word. it was very strong though, and the flow was good too.
    4/5
    gabriella

  • 17 years ago

    by swill

    Heya....some honest constructive criticism?
    I liked it....but try not to use cliched rhymes like tear, fear, etc....there are a lot of cliched lines in your poem.....use something original, and it will really add color and flavor to your poetry :)

    just my two cents :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Wow clostrophobia sucks that was deep 5/5 maybe u can read one of mine.

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