Stress

[Guest foxglove4543]

Waves of fury start to rise

Tsunamis of epic size

Molten lava bubbles thus

Howling tempest will not pass

 

Loathing, contempt extend claws

Hatred shows its devious jaws

Anguish wails a tragic song

Inner sanctum weeps of wrong

 

Whirling in a frenzied state

Half-resigned to heartless Fate

Forlorn eyes in search of peace

Spying for a swift release

 

Tension, pressure starts to pile

Stagg'ring on with mirthless smile

Ripping free from tentacles

Drifting off without paddles

 

Ploughing on; no time to rest

Staking life to win this test

One more day in jungle land

Wond'ring when this hell will end.

[Gwaihir]

I like, mind if it gets put in the banquet hall though?

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I want to be page 93 of Pineapples, the Avian Crows-Nyyark

[Guest foxglove4543]

I don't mind. Is there some rule that different types of writing must be placed in specific rooms, rhough? (Sorry, I'm new here and not aware of any rules )

[Nyyark]

after each of the room names there is a description of what goes in them on the main screen. Its in non-bold text, so its kinda hard to notice. *coughwhynotboldthosekeywordscough*

 

good poem btw I look forward to more.

[Guest opesopacus]

i like it... there's a quality of pilling up and a sense of desperation and suffocation... what i'll feel come tomorow.

[Guest Lord Seth Exodus]

Bravo! I like it very much. The point is made quite well. Stress often grips me, needlessly or not, and I can relate, and I do see truth in what you have written. Though, just my thought on the rhyme, and I'm no critic so forgive me, but it seems rather broken by the end of the first, fourth and fifth stanzas. Actually, it's just more that rhyme doesn't occure there. But, that's just my thought, and I like the poem very much. I look forward to more of your works.

 

Sincerely,

Lord Seth Exodus

Initiate of The Pen