The place

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The place

I have frolicked in the darkness

I have been under the dark clouds

I have tried to escape

But they won’t let me out

I am here in my prisons

With Black flowers surround

I am here help me

I want to get out

 

This world with the black flowers and the rivers of blood

This world with blue trees and the purple rabbits and slugs

This world with the haunted

This world with the ghosts

This world with the goblins

And spirits and their host

This place were I am stuck

This place with the dead

This place were my soul wonders’

With the shrieks and dread

 

And in the dark it is lurking seeking me out

I can’t run I am trapped

In this world were I don’t belong

This creature of darkness

It wants my soul

I run and hid in terror

It is coming

I am the fool

No!!!!!

And I die

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Platti commented on The place

12-18-2009

this is the dark place that nobody likes to go to, good write :3

BrittKun

12/19/2009

thanks!! :#

danmartyjake1 commented on The place

12-02-2009

This is dismal and dark stuff.... It is terrifying and you make it seem very real with your creative style.

BrittKun

12/04/2009

thanks. I read a lot of fantacy books and just invioned this place

jademelissa74 commented on The place

12-02-2009

A wonderful piece indeed. You write passionately and you manage to maintain a level of interest well throughout the entire poem. Great job!

BrittKun

12/04/2009

Thanks I try not to be borning when I am working on my conten in the poem.!!!

gogant commented on The place

11-24-2009

A sad place to be, indeed...scary, too. But a very extraordinary rendering of those places nobody wants to live........................g

BrittKun

12/02/2009

Thanks

Phoenix9 commented on The place

11-17-2009

another great write, well done and great flow.....

BrittKun

11/18/2009

Thanks for the comment. I was imagie that came to my mind. This place I use to be in the dark world

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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