Young Writers Society

Hi!
First of all, I love the fact that you combined your words with a visual aspect to deliver your message. Just the poem by itself would have been enough, but when it is paired with colors and certain fonts, it just gets 100 times better.
I agree with Vil, with the idea that this poem lacks a proper setting. Although it does not have that proper setting, I do not think it makes this poem harder to imagine. This poem is about emotion, and the reader can apply it to themselves, so perhaps a concrete setting is not altogether necessary.
The vocabulary used in this poem contributes to the emotion, with words such as "raw" and "burned". Those words help to portray the message to the reader, although they are not advanced words (advanced vocabulary isn't necessary for every poem!)
I enjoyed reading this poem and connecting the visuals to the emotions in the poem. Thank you for sharing!

Hello, Alpaca! I'm Vilnius, here to review your work.

Like the Morrigan, I wished for a more concrete setting as I read and reread this poem. Where does this story take place? Is it meant to be realistic, and allegory, or both? Is there a deeper meaning that one must read between the lines to find so as to determine where this occurs, or is it meant to be simple and straightforward?

The black background truly adds to the sense of potential fear the reader takes away from te narrators words. The white-to-red text does this as well, I think, and thus creates a balance between cleanliness and blood, life and death,

Truly, I liked this poem.

Have a great [*insert time of day here*]!!!

Hey there, Alpaca! I'm dropping by to review your poem.

This is the part where I simultaneously complement the way you used visuals to convey the feeling in your poem, and shake my fist at you for making me type all of the quotes that I want to.

I like all the movement in this piece. You use a lot of present participle verbs, which adds to the visceral feeling you were trying to convey.

With so much physical imagery, I was a little disappointed that there isn't a more concrete setting. Where the narrator is in this poem is right in front of me: a boring, black void. No matter how many stab wounds you add aren't going to automatically bring me into a back alley or a haunted woods. There are a lot of places you could plop your narrator into. Setting is part of imagery, and this poem would benefit from a metaphorical context to where your narrator is running, and what they are running from.

The voices crescendoed,
in silence, and yet
a cacophony

Marred with stab wounds,
raw but invisible

Inevitable salvation