Free Verse

A Dreadfull Way

May 12, 2026

There I lay, staring to nothing but everything. And there I lay, with nothing but a spark of what inside I can feel clawing its way outwards. And there I lay, with nothing but the dread of what is myself, for what I am, for what I see, for what I think. And there I lay, with nothing but everything I see, what I want to see, what I wish to see. And there I lay. Not.. Moving... An inch.....

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

▾ This Poem's Voice

Your Poem's Voice

Personal introspection about internal conflict; mostly autobiographical with existential undertones.

Moderate density; repetitive structure limits idea progression across roughly 5 conceptual beats.

Strongly negative; dread, paralysis, internal struggle dominate emotional landscape throughout.

Moderate intensity; repetition creates rhythm but physical stillness and ellipses dampen kinetic force.

Micro to very short; single long-form sentence structure, approximately 6-7 distinct lines.

Moderate ornamentation; metaphorical spark, personification of dread clawing; mostly direct emotional declaration.

Pure lyric internal voice; intimate first-person consciousness exploring private psychological states.

A Dreadfull Way

Noodles

Your Poem's Voice

Comments (0)