Poem -

Shadow figure

Shadow figure

Forlorn milieu, archaic abode,
Ominous revenant in murky hold.
Tenebrous halls, festering steps, figures in hide through dusk oppress.

Inimical threat manifests in shadow, angst betrays, I lay in Harrow, bereft of nerve, unable to speak whilst ever looming trepidation is bleak.

Recoil within, enveloped in sheets, rapid breath, sporadic of beats, throbbing chest, feelings of dread, covers removed slowly off of the bed.

Fingers caress, I gasp in fear,Β  imminent sight of spectre is near.Β  Knuckles clenched, courage succumbs,
remove the covers, all fingers and thumbs.Β 

Eyes wide open, vespers aloud, nothing to grasp, a vanishing cloud,
Menacing every dusk until dawn, belief in hope is tainted and worn.

Like 3 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Marion

Fabulous write Simon...really good to see you back x

Reply
author
Simon Bromley

Thank you Marion, feels good to be back just had that itch to write.Β  Thank you for your continuing support.

Reply
author
Being Me

This reminds me of those awful nightmares we (probably) all get at some point. The rage flows fluently through this gloriously rhymed piece x

Reply
author
Simon Bromley

Hi and thank you so much, your comments always give me a lift 😊

Reply
author
Being Me

Awww...you are so very welcome x

Reply
Poem -

Writers Turmoil

Writers Turmoil

Intent on self exploration, stripped and laid waste to the crows, my lungs collapse and I drop to my knees...

Poem -

Malice

Malice

He's disinterested, arrested in his own needs in excess. He drives down your self, your views and spews...

Poem -

Repetition

Repetition

Full of emotion,
He quietly weeps,
The chorus notoriously never sleeps.

Calamities...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Deep Dust

Deep Dust

apocalyptic deity
wrestling with time bombs
shouting in militant mold

***FLAMING!...

Poem -

Sleep police

Revised

When it's after dinner
And time for sleep

You're the police.

You want to go out...

Poem -

Stick a Fork in Me

Stick a Fork in Me

That rumbling seismic shift
in the not too far off distance
is coming for us on the 20th...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com