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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, dying, fear, hell, insomnia, pain, poetry, sleep, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, slowly, creeps the dawn,
with monstrous shapes,
and shifting form,
‘tween death and sleep,
my soul doeth lie,
this never world,
where hope does die.
Alas my sense,
it leaves me cold,
splintered spine,
as I’ve grown old
and weary of
this mortal world,
a waiting hell,
backdrop
unfurled.
The antidote
to death
is sleep –
where
Daemons
sneer, and
angels
weep.
© Hades 02.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
oawritingspoemspaintings said:
Simply beautiful! Thanks!
Worldly Winds said:
Aw thank you – you always leave me such beautiful and positive comments – I really appreciate it – thanks 🙂
oawritingspoemspaintings said:
I am not one to like all poetry I read (unfortunately) but this one just spoke to me in its quality… its word choice and much more…
Worldly Winds said:
Thank you again 🙂
You are very inspirational 🙂
Polly Robinson said:
Love it 🙂
Worldly Winds said:
Aw thanks – I wrote this on whilst in chilly Wales 🙂
Roxi St. Clair said:
wow… very evoking and much was said in the fewest words possible… can almost feel the heat of hades from here… superb!
Worldly Winds said:
Ooh thank you for the kind words 🙂
silentlyheardonce said:
I enjoyed this poem very much.
Worldly Winds said:
Aw thanks – and thank you for your positive and inspiring comments – I always look forward to receiving them from you !! 🙂
silentlyheardonce said:
I’m glad.
Lindy Lee said:
Don’t wanna go there. The picture you paint is entirely too vivid…
Worldly Winds said:
Thank you – yes you wouldn’t want a one way ticket there!
Worldly Winds said:
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