The despair labyrinth

sometimes reaching the rock bottom is dangerous and could lead us to reckless decisions

Tumble upon my serene spirit

And cross to the wretched stroll

Held hostage in the confined towers of suspicions

Hemmed in the circles of loathing 

Sanity drifted from my being 

And the sullen savagery settled in my hours

With no cane of help I am crippled

Equipped with tools of ruin

And sealed with doom

Reviews

[Ruth]

And yet, through doom, we see cracks of light...not easy, but we do...I felt this and relate x

[gombeggar]

very well done wording here...hope 2 see more

[Neville]

What an absolute delight to read.

Congratulations Latifa,

All Good Things,

Neville

[Mike Emil]

loathing, eh?
not enough saki
I think
HAI!!!
maybe some plumb wine too

[Joyce S. Greene]

Powerful imagery in this one, Latifa. I fear that hatred has taken control of your speaker's soul and will ruin her unless she learns to love. Very well written.

[smurfett]

Very nice poet. I agree with your description....but to add to that, sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom to find our way back up!

[Mark]

My favorite poetry li e ever is apt here I think... 'We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams'

[Pryde Foltz]

Sanity drifted from my being
And the sullen savagery settled in my hours
With no cane of help I am crippled

Some powerful stuff.

[Leslie Philibert]

I like your work, perhaps ( my idea ) it might be worth trying to reduce the adjectives and use a central, personal image to transport your ideas..