Corridors of Despair

Just a poem, make of it what you will.

Lost dolls and empty halls. 

Broken walls and echoing calls. 

Diming lights and darker nights. 

Ashes and haunting memories float in the air. 

A lone prayer in the corridors of despair. 

Peel off the skin. 

Forgotten by your kin. 

Thrown in the bin by your sins. 

Blank eyes and desperate cries. 

A lone flare in the corridors of despair. 

Bombs and blood. 

Dirtied by the mud. 

Gunshots and tighter knots hung in the corridors of despair. 

Refugees and serpentine. 

Dying for a lost cause. 

Wrap me in your gauze. 

Where’s your god? Flawed and awed.  

In this time of need we bleed and plead for your greed. 

No longer free in the corridors of despair. 

Reviews

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I picture the corridors of empty buildings, filled with society's outcasts... the lonely and down trodden; the addicts; the suicidal... these people entered freely and roamed those corridors in deep despair and never really leave it... love your use of assonance...

[Daughter of Darkness]

I've got to say that in the darkness competition right now this is by far my favorite piece

[dramamine]

Thank you and I'm glad you like it.

[Emily]

Your wording is just a awesome in this one!
Keep it up!

[dramamine]

Thank you :)

[AaronFreitas]

I like the rhyming and the flow in this one. A lot of dark haunting thoughts but very good. I enjoyed it :)

[dramamine]

Thank you! I really appreciate it.