dark lanes lead to me
unlit halls hark back
musty stone walls
line my heart
torture me
fortifications preserved
in a forgotten place
oubliette free me
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
A great sense of desolation in this.
ReplyDeleteHaving written this, haven't you already freed yourself.. creative spirits are like thoughts.. who can hold them...
ReplyDeleteThanks Ramesh I suppose you are right!
ReplyDeletePamela
"Musty stone walls line my heart"...wow, that was powerful. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sweetest!
ReplyDeletePamela
Nah...no stone in that heart!
ReplyDeleteRall I know but it's poetry...
ReplyDeleteKind of sounds good though! ;)
Pamela
Powerful words. Tells a tale.
ReplyDeleteA great poem.
Thanks Harshad and thanks for stopping by!
ReplyDeletePamela
Ah, nicely said - the prompt does lead one to darker spots whether or not they exist!
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan!
ReplyDeleteIt did take me to a dark place!
Pamela
Find that opening and get the hell outta there!
ReplyDelete- Dina
I think I found it!Thanks for commenting!
ReplyDeletePamela