Within the endless pits of time,
Piercing many layers of grime,
Flashes of light flickered deep,
Crushing dreary, dark sleep.
Countless miles of darkness,
Scathing pain and duress,
Excruciating screams,
Crushed-to-pulp dreams,
Amid sordid blights,
Lay spine-chilling sights,
Dismembered and abominate,
Hell was reincarnate.
Revelation struck hard,
Rendering brains retard,
The scathing premonition,
Had indeed wiped out volition.
P.S.
Quick ‘n’ Dirty Poem! 🙂
Complex. It gave me dark imagery in succession, which is good or terrible. But, I think, it's good. You could've elaborated on what you described: you or a hell-like place or both in metaphor. I liked the way the lines rhymed and fell in my place.
It was a very quick one, bro. Wrote it in exactly five minutes. Wanted to elaborate, but didn't feel like and was short of time. 🙂
Thanks anyway. You're my inspiration. 🙂
It does not look like a quick poem rather, but has a quick feel!!!
The poem was quick, and that should explain the quick feel. 🙂
And, welcome to the blog! 🙂
"Quick ‘n’ Dirty Poem!"
Dirty alright!
Getting back to the blogosphere after a long hiatus.. Cheers man.. good one!
Chetan bhagat's books usually tend to follow a set formula. Somehow I feel his books are 'aspirational' in nature.
This has also resulted in a lot of chetan bhagat clones. Take a look at this interesting and hilarious article to see what I am talking about – http://www.whackk.com/july-2010/book-wars-attack-…