Where She Runs

by kaceymackwriter

Published August 23, 2019

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In Ramblings of Depression

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Carefully cracks a spider web between foundations beneath the toes

Who speaks? She yells, a booming canon drowning by the bells

This creaking wood in heels of splinters bemoaned the deadened heart

Kept the feet from falling far, yet her nose be tried in dark

Try flying star inside glass walls where sparks go spluttering out

From the hearth its dying breath screamed the cries devout

By bravery stands her shaking soul, by cowards is her mind

Yet still in silence where neither are, deceptive faith has left her blind

Spice a trail of wind where the corridor winds creates a trap too cold and bland

But ventured past in callous end, stumbling dim by no guided hand.

Hear her haunted screams to none, enchained to the echoing void

Wandering agony sealed by lies, soon buried, left by fiendish voice

Torturous wraith who seeks to hide, by what crevice might you decide

Where foyer twists in corner divides, perhaps the very spot you died

Consider please before your stride, through, she dares, you may defy

Weak resolve is poor design and none find fright a humorous demise

Twisted dungeon, corrupted maze of lies, she knows your raggedly crafted guise

Struggle still for fear bests the wise, still crooked fate is tethered behind her eyes

Help me please, she pleads with pain, fingers raw against the chains

No help for the wicked, they’re all to blame, no rest in life but engulfed in flames

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Asith
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Asith wrote a review Review · Aug 25, 2019

I'm not even someone who generally enjoys poetry, but this one was nice! The rhyming scheme flowed well, even in my untrained head (although the first line seemed a little off? I suppose you've rhymed "bells" with "yells" in a method that's not entirely off-putting).

The strange sentence structure you've opted for here and there is something that I might usually be against, but I do think it works well here. And the general descriptive talent you have is something I can appreciate.

The final few lines are some of my favourites, and I think you've done a good job of weaving more meaning into the piece at the end!

It's not easy to get me to enjoy a poem all the way through, so good work, and I hope you write more :)                        

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Anma
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Anma wrote a review Review · Aug 25, 2019

Hello Kacey!
Anma here to reveiw :)
Hope you dont mind the shorting of your name.

Anyways so first of this is pretty great, i really enjoyed reading it and I'll try to give you some meh ideas i guess is the way to put it. But i haven't been on or writing for a while so forgive me for any mistakes i make. Now lets get started. So i did see some potential errors in your writing, its not terribly bad but ill point them out.

1. Kept the feet from falling far, yet her nose be tried in (the) dark

2.From the hearth(,) its dying breath screamed the cries (devoutly)

3.Yet still(,) in silence where neither are, deceptive faith has left her blind

4.Spice a trail of wind where the corridor winds (create) a trap too cold and bland

5.Where foyer twists in corner (divide), perhaps the very spot you died

6.Twisted dungeon, (a)or(the) corrupted maze of lies, she knows your raggedly crafted guise

I hope this helped, i enjoyed the read.

Have a wonderful review day!

Sincerely
Anma

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Anma
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Anma commented Comment · Aug 25, 2019

Hello Kacey!
Anma here to reveiw :)
Hope you dont mind the shorting of your name.

Anyways so first of this is pretty great, i really enjoyed reading it and I'll try to give you some meh ideas i guess is the way to put it. But i haven't been on or writing for a while so forgive me for any mistakes i make. Now lets get started. So i did see some potential errors in your writing, its not terribly bad but ill point them out.

1. Kept the feet from falling far, yet her nose be tried in (the) dark

2.From the hearth(,) its dying breath screamed the cries (devoutly)

3.Yet still(,) in silence where neither are, deceptive faith has left her blind

4.Spice a trail of wind where the corridor winds (create) a trap too cold and bland

5.Where foyer twists in corner (divide), perhaps the very spot you died

6.Twisted dungeon, (a)or(the) corrupted maze of lies, she knows your raggedly crafted guise

I hope this helped, i enjoyed the read.

Have a wonderful review day!

Sincerely
Anma



If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
— Henry David Thoreau, "Walden"