The Bog Land
The paths ever moving,
twisting and turning,
make for impossible
routes to go learning.
Stumbling in darkness,
soon I will fall,
pulled deep into bog lands
from which I can’t call.
My eyes stick together,
my nose becomes blocked,
my ears fill with water,
my hearing now locked.
Deep in my lungs
this foul water will drain
making quite certain
I won’t breathe again.
Down in the bog lands,
my body now gaunt,
forever dwelling
my spirit will haunt.
Submitted: March 12, 2018
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A good poem, though despairing, but it has some elements to it that are reminiscent of classic poems, and the cover pic gives off a classic vibe, too. This piece feels as though it belongs with the greats of the early twentieth century.
When reading it, I can't help but think of something we talked about last week.
You've written an eloquent piece, Hully.
One of my close family members, (R.I.P.) used to say to me, in certain times; " We are too good for this world."
Of course I never I thought I was too good, but I know what they meant, ( concerning this world, we live in ).
I want to tell you the same thing Hully, because its true, even if we don't believe it or will ever know it... ( still dont feel as though I am too good, but there is that motivation to keep fighting, no matter what, its all we have )
" We are too good for this world ! "
Such haunting desperation, written with an eerie kind of unemotional acceptance. Brilliantly written, but a hard, disturbing read. Take care, Hully!
Mon, March 12th, 2018 9:49pmWho knows, maybe you'll run under a streetlight, so you'll miss the bog entirely?
Mon, March 12th, 2018 10:37pmHaunting and so well crafted. Excellent job, Hully.
Mon, March 12th, 2018 11:05pmFacebook Comments
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Brava. Very good poem Hully. Loved every word of it. A depressive poem but a hint of death about your spirit haunting the place. Nice ghost poem.
Mon, March 12th, 2018 6:55pmAuthor
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Thanks, Reaper. This was a pretty personally meant one, I guess.
Mon, March 12th, 2018 12:02pm