For Wednesday ...
Caprice
The right moment
at the wrong time
The right rhythm
with the wrong rhyme
The verse oft hidden
between the lines
The Muse abeyant
— till prescience shines
(The New Room: January, 2026)
In Plain Sight
You can hide
in the open
when you’re
somebody else
No need for
a mask
with your image
indwelt
You can hide
in the open
when nobody
stares
An orphan
in training
whose devils
— may care
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Alone
I hope that
you die
before
the new morn
The night holding
captive
your future
forlorn
I hope that
you choke
on the words
you profane
A prisoner
convicted
alone
— in your pain
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Darkness Calls
Temptation rears
its ugly head
Deception hides
beneath our beds
The Angels
of our nature shunned
As darkness calls
— perdition comes
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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
Mix of personal emotional struggle and abstract philosophical concepts about hiding, deception, mortality.
Multiple compressed ideas across four distinct poems; dense imagery and conceptual layering throughout.
Heavily negative: death wishes, choking, imprisonment, perdition, darkness. Despair and hostility dominate.
Sharp imperatives, urgent pacing, violent imagery (rears, choke, perdition), enjambment creates momentum.
Approximately 28 lines across four separate poems; falls in 16-30 line range.
Rich metaphors (hiding in plain sight, Muse abeyant), personification (darkness calls, temptation rears), allusion.
Primarily lyric internal voice with occasional dramatic address (you); mostly introspective but with some confrontational speaker.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.