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I Am Impaled

Flailing madly
Against the tide,
I am impaled
By the futility of life.

Slowly losing myself
In the bitter cold,
The devil's clenching fingers
Encase my soul.

Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2019

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Warren Doll Date: 8/25/2020 9:46:00 AM Deb, your use of the word "Impaled" in the title of your poem greatly amplifies the desperation and despair of each stanza. Well done! Fav for me. Best wishes~ Warren. Login to Reply

Richard Lamoureux Date: 8/1/2019 9:29:00 AM You painted this picture vividly in a succinct way. I hope she made an escape. Login to Reply Deb Radke Date: 8/3/2019 12:08:00 PM Thanks, Richard, for the thoughtful comment. I, too, hope she makes it out alive. Best wishes. Deb

Line Gauthier Date: 7/31/2019 3:45:00 AM Love this one. Login to Reply Deb Radke Date: 7/31/2019 3:18:00 PM Thank you, Line. Best wishes.

Vijay Pandit Date: 7/30/2019 4:45:00 PM A potent, powerful verse Deb--all the best. Login to Reply Deb Radke Date: 7/31/2019 3:19:00 PM Thanks, Vijay. "Impaled" is a very powerful word inviting me to write with darkness. Best wishes.

John Hamilton Date: 7/30/2019 4:40:00 PM Oooh this is gripping writing Deb, hope it does well, it's a winner to me! Login to Reply Deb Radke Date: 7/31/2019 3:21:00 PM Hi John. Thanks for the kind words. This one rather wrote itself with "impaled" as a dark inspiration. Best wishes.