What happens to the last person up in this house
Dumbstruck by trickles and humming galore
broken loose through the halls, up the walls, in the floor,
his mind seldom rests from the weariless bore
interrupting his thoughts, spouting musical gore!
The course of those wanes, inherently bane,
if they haven’t already, will drive him insane.
As evidence shows— words fell like muddy rain—
STOP! What can man— from such dreadful noise gain?
“Deranged,” one man argues, another, “he’s numb,
numb from the beat of the sickening drum
that bums no rhythm, nor struts no strum,
but repeats over tones of disjointed glum.”
His sinister eyes pried open and pressed,
as the smoldering hate burrowed into his chest,
and the maddening cooing of unwelcome guests
perpetually gnawed him at the devil’s request.
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okay.. so i wasn't really being attacked by the devil. Just going crazy listening to the noises in my house. Nobody comments on my writing, so I decided to start commenting on it myself.
I'm on my winter break night 1 right now... I feel your pain. All I can say is, Don't be so sure the devil wasn't attacking you! =D
I'll take a page from Nadine's book and make some poetical critiques too! I really like the rhyming skeme on this one. The phrase "musical gore" made me laugh. But I'm not buying the line "The course of those wanes inferring disdain," I don't know WHAT that means.
i'm pretty sure i was meaning to use another word. until it comes to me, inferring will have to do
mwah ha ha (evil laugh) I learned a new word. and it's so evil.
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