No.7, Hell Street

Moonshadow

Moonshadow

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NO.7, HELL STREET

Black shadows haunt my every thought,
Wild desperation for escape,
Nightmares all my waking hours,
My eyelids held back, stuck with tape.

Flaming anguish rips my soul
In ragged shreds and burns all hope
Of ever seeing the light of day
In the deepest fathoms of the dark, I grope.

I can no longer see the fire
My eyes gouged out- I saw too much.
My brain dies with a searing pain
Burning faith- my lot is such.

The deadly barbs drip with my life
I know that if I do return,
To the place from where I came,
I must leave my soul down here to burn.

-Moonshadow
 
Let me guess - bad day at school, eh?
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Lol.

Moonshadow, I though your poem was really good. It had a lot of concrete images and you stayed on-theme. The only thing I would have done is used more transitions, maybe.
 
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