Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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.


  1. A stirring piece... love the depth within your words, seeking beneath the surface of the chills.

  2. nice...i actually really enjoy writing horror stories...they never make it to my regular blog but i have a place i put them...hehe...nice when you can scare yourself...