Where Wise Men Die

The bleakness engulfs
But I’ll never retort.
Lonely dimensions.

A house with
No windows,
No locks.

In a vast void
Barren of all.

No sight.
No sound.
No senses.

Uncertain of a path
Below or above
Yet stuck in between.

Something is getting in the way.
The nightfall has taken over.
Hollow heroes would collapse.

One by one.
Get out while you can
But I’m not going anywhere.

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Shadow_Wolf said...
Mar. 3, 2014 at 3:20 pm
Three words - Beautiful
HaiEvilSpyro said...
Oct. 31, 2013 at 1:29 pm
I really like this, actually. Uhm, I don't really get how you got the title, but I'm dense. Does the meaning have to do with being strong? because that's what I got out of it. And I love how you wrote it,
RainyMood This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 27, 2013 at 4:27 pm
4/5 Your language is beautiful and I really like the title. Though the only thing is I'm not exactly sure what you message for this is. But poems are for interpretation right? Great job
quoter said...
Oct. 14, 2013 at 6:17 pm
Cool!!!!! :)
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