The Colours of Prison
a poem
Pious isolation was the shade of her cage
Rays of fractured light assailed in form of
Impetuous greed descending the walls
Spoiling the candle wood floors
Oozing decay ravaged partitions where
Nightmares hung in pallid frames
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This was inspired after reading Sean Patrick’s latest Top Story 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻
And began life as this (before I turned it into an acrostic);
The walls were the colour of isolation
Splattered in the virus of greed
Oozing from above and below
Decay peeled through the sides
Spoiling the candle wood floors
With deadly particles
of bitterness
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Comments (6)
Omgggg, I loved the non-acrostic one moreeeeee! It was wayyyyy more raw and intense!
It shouldn't quite make sense...but it does.
What a great application of the prompt’s concept! The acrostic organization was a very nice touch! Great work, Kayleigh!
Outstanding.
Well-wrought acrostic! There's way more inner space than outer space... people don't believe me until they take the dive. It's not all nightmares, and sometimes the cave is a good place to escape the stinging and meddling of the hive!
intriguing imagery! Beautiful! I'll think of writing my own using the prompt.