Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

Poe's Diary Page 7 the Hand of Dread

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Poe's Diary Page 7 (The Hand of Dread)

Postby Whiskurz » February 11th, 2013, 1:25 am

Awakened by the hand of dread
An apprentice to the night
She pulls me from my chamber bed
And forces me to write

My mind still captive to my sleep
I do not understand
Clutching my quill, my fingers weep
It does not know my hand

A whisper slowly fills my soul
My quill now feels at ease
For I'm no longer in control
I write from my disease

Infected words now fill my quill
To spread a rancid lie
My paper silent and feeling ill
As pieces of it die

Dread no longer holds me tight
As her icy fingers release
She disappears into the night
And hands me back my peace

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Ralph Taylor April 3, 2013 at 9:49 PM Great write, Larry. Well done. Nice going, my friend. Ralph

Destiny Budd March 18, 2013 at 5:10 PM Amazing. I love the way you formed this. I couldn't imagine a better way of explaining how some poems come to you.

David Fisher March 15, 2013 at 6:41 PM I enjoyed your write. Especially the infected quill stanza!