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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Reaper

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 6:55pm

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Thanks, Reaper. This was a pretty personally meant one, I guess.

Mon, March 12th, 2018 12:02pm

Jeff Bezaire

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.

Mon, March 12th, 2018 7:30pm

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You're quite right, Jeff, it's a very personal one. Thanks so much for reading.

Mon, March 12th, 2018 12:33pm

Dr. Acula

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 ! "

Mon, March 12th, 2018 7:47pm

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Well, Doc, I don't know about 'Too good', but I sure don't feel like I belong here, if you get what I mean. I think though, that the mother-ship has forgotten me.
Thanks so much for reading.

Mon, March 12th, 2018 1:02pm

Sue Harris

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 9:49pm

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Very personal, very true. Hully's hit the bottom again, Sue, but I'll no doubt be back up again tomorrow. Thanks for reading!

Mon, March 12th, 2018 3:03pm

Mike S.

Who knows, maybe you'll run under a streetlight, so you'll miss the bog entirely?

Mon, March 12th, 2018 10:37pm

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I guess there's a possibility, Mike, although I don't think they have many in bogs. I guess the moon could come out from behind a cloud or something? Thanks for reading, Mike.

Tue, March 13th, 2018 4:04am

jaylisbeth

Haunting and so well crafted. Excellent job, Hully.

Mon, March 12th, 2018 11:05pm

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Thanks, jaylisbeth!

Tue, March 13th, 2018 4:05am

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