Nette Onclaud Poet Dramatic Verse

Mystery

At night, disinclined to be awake, 
Any wince of a dream turns into rage
Something once pleasant becomes deceptive;
As illusions of quietude deeply blacken
Impending the shadow to retrace its way.
Every night, at the call of twilight,
From the hint of a flickering stars; 
This mysterious shadow gnaws and preys
Nailing my thoughts on cracked walls …
Reminding me , I am the shadow;
Disturbed by the past's unfinished penance.


Mystery Contest: Nayda Ivette Negron
7/6/2016

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Nayda Ivette Negron Flores July 6, 2016 at 6:32 PM Congratulations Nette on the placement of the contest.

Frankii Fame July 6, 2016 at 3:12 PM I love it!

Rhoma Em July 6, 2016 at 11:59 AM Eerie, mysteriously frightening. An effective verse that is really spine-chilling!

Franco Gonza July 6, 2016 at 11:57 AM Feels like reading a modern Poe! Stirring poem; I was at the edge of my seat!

Casarah Nance July 6, 2016 at 7:59 AM That had me on edge, the fear of the shadow and the reality of it...You built a mystery one wince, one flicker at a time and it was one that pierces the night ;)