Lost lost in the darkness you’ll walk
where evil weaves its awful web
black the night as the bell tolls ten
scratch at the door, yes, wail and weep
the door is locked, you cannot leave.
Lost lost in the black sepulchre
roam the dank catacombs my fair
you sought his love instead of mine
intrigued by his exotic eyes –
the door is locked, you cannot leave.
Lost lost they’ll never find you now
I could have told them – but will not
you would betray me for his charm
now you scratch at the old stone walls
the door is locked, you cannot leave
Lost lost in the endless darkness
the door is locked, you cannot leave.
© G.s.k. ‘16
(5) Words: | WEB | LOST | BLACK | SCRATCH | LOCK |
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The repetitions are really effective in this kind of poem. They hammer home the hopelessness of the situation. Grim and dark.
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Thanks Jane … yes, it’s one of those times that repetition really is a must.
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Lost lost in the endless darkness
the door is locked, you cannot leave.
It is most pathetic in a lost cause like this. One can be most unfortunate to be caught in a web of intrigues and deception difficult to get out from.
Hank
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Thanks hand … a very interesting comment!
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this reads like a nightmare – in a good way 😉
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Oh it most certainly was supposed to read that way, so thanks!
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Oh this reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe piece. The tone is so dark and there is that feeling of suffocation that comes with his work.
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