Too Late

by Shadowwriter1

Published September 10, 2012

In Poetry

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Sleepless nights,
Endless days.
Constant fear,
People look my way.
 
It comes at night,
Whispering to me.
Talking to me
About what is to be.
 
Two weeks it stays,
By my bed it lays.
Waiting to strike,
To take my life.
 
It me he hunts,
My soul he wants.
I am his to claim,
I hear last his name.
 
Always night
Never day,
No more fears,
Only me and my grave.
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cm57105 wrote a review Review · Sep 10, 2012

Hi, well first of all, I liked this alot as I am a big fan of horror poetry, and the reviews I have for you, are nothing on your personal style, ( i love it) but on some of the annoying nitpicks I have managed to see.

Well, anyway as a review of the whole poem as one I enjoyed it alot, a few good points that I would like to congratulate you on;

Great stanzas, each one flowed with perfection
Ryming words, great flowing words that really told the emotions.
Deep feeling, emotion in every word

REVIEW

Sleepless nights,
Endless days.
Constant fear,
People look my way.

(very good, I liked first few lines. One nitpick would be that on the last line
'people look my way' I do not think it fits very well in, maybe replace it with something like, 'always near' which would make more sense with 'fear'.)

It comes at night,
Whispering to me.
Talking to me
About what is to be.

( with this I did not have any real nitpicks, I thout it was very good, and the stanza flowed well.)

Two weeks it stays,
By my bed it lays.
Waiting to strike,
To take my life

( I think this is my favourite yet, the ryming words coming together well.)

I am sorry I have to go, so I really liked it.

It me he hunts,
My soul he wants.
I am his to claim,
I hear last his name.

Always night
Never day,
No more fears,
Only me and my grave

sorry, could not finish

CM

Thanks for the great review, I agree with you on the "people look my way" line, I just couldn't come up with anything else. Thanks!



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