Isolation's Womb

Isolation's Womb

For One Stop Poetry Week 47

Isolation's Womb

by Nomar Knight

Stuck in a cloud of loneliness

Can't get used to this only nest

Wondering how this could be

What the hell's wrong with me

The weight of eyes press on my back

But when I check there's only black

Could it be the room's alive

My kindness fades while evil thrives

When I write about blood and death

A sudden noise steals my breath

Is it the wind playing games

Or ghosts trying to blow out my flame

For my muse is quite distracted

From the world I've been subtracted

The loneliness cloud grips me whole

My head aches and something jabs my soul

Tell me world what must I do

Should I hold my breath till I turn blue

Or battle the urge and keep up the fight

Type about pain and my latest plight

Time to slice open another vein

And relive the terror all over again

For a horror tale is never complete

Must have a victim for the monster to eat

As my fingers stab a frantic dance

Epiphany reveals this is my chance

To embrace darkness for better or worse

Horror is born from this new-found curse

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. 

A Knight Chills poem.