My Cave

The cave is my brain, every thought carved into the wall. Many people don't want to hear them. Perhaps my thoughts are "too dark" . Whatever the reason I am left to my own thoughts.

Icy cold

Stalagmites and rock

A stone tomb

The walls

Carved into the essence

Ancient and recent

Overlapping and connecting

Stale, stagnant air

Too dark

Go home

Leave me here

Reviews

[PaperHearts]

I found this to be a really dark and melancholy write. I really liked your metaphor of the cave, and thought that it could be interpreted in so many ways. The way you described the cave was really well-written, and was effective in the sense that when I was reading it, I could almost feel like icy coldness and smell the stale air. The way you ended your poem was really powerful and the emotions that came through were something that I think many people are able to relate to at some point in their lives. Nice write,
~PaperHearts

[JustWantLove]

It's well written from a person perspective; nevertheless, we all have our own universe where we dwell, and I respect you for sharing your world with us. Thank you.

[Undying Hate (Hanna)]

I think we all feel this way sometimes...I like how you captured the feeling!