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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 © | Year Posted 2019




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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.
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Date: 8/1/2019 9:29:00 AM
You painted this picture vividly in a succinct way. I hope she made an escape.
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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
Date: 7/31/2019 3:45:00 AM
Love this one.
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Date: 7/31/2019 3:18:00 PM
Thank you, Line. Best wishes.
Date: 7/30/2019 4:45:00 PM
A potent, powerful verse Deb--all the best.
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Date: 7/31/2019 3:19:00 PM
Thanks, Vijay. "Impaled" is a very powerful word inviting me to write with darkness. Best wishes.
Date: 7/30/2019 4:40:00 PM
Oooh this is gripping writing Deb, hope it does well, it's a winner to me!
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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.