Alone -- a Dark Poem for The Sunday Muse
Home Alone
I'm here, all alone. All alone except...
Except that I do see my provider
He brings me food and water now and then
Now and then, because; when I do not know
When's a nasty word to me, at his call
He leaves my Cell with me, phone's disabled
Disabled like I am, my mind is blank
That's what he tells me, says to say to you
So if you come then it is, move the wedge
Wedge is gone, door can open, I'd be free
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- Photo choices from Carrie's Prompt, The Sunday Muse #212,
- NOTE: I will answer your comments if google allows me. It is making me comment as "anonymous" on the Blogger posts. Some aren't even allowed. I will ANSWER to your blog if and when I can. I can't even leave comments on my own blog.
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Labels: Dark, dark poetry, Gothic Fiction, Poem, Syllabic Form, The Sunday Muse
posted by Jim @ 5/28/2022 01:27:00 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
This is sad and heart stirring indeed Jim. At first I thought it was about a pet or dog. I hope the Google sign in issues get resolved soon Jim.
A harsh piece; there are so many ways to give it form and they all make me sad.
Such poignancy and helplessness in your poem, Jim!
Darkness and distress so effectively captured here, Jim.
Your write reminds me of all the girls and women captured and held hostage for horrific lengths of time ..... be well.
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