By Seán Tate The lines hang loosely on the page. Lethargic in nature, vapid; a chore to read. Adding nothing, giving nothing. Written for the sake of writing. Hoping for the pressure of poetic weight, but they’re far too feather light to hold the attention of even the most avid. #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge
By Dante Romano Our house was silent, Home alone was my son, He has been so distant lately, We both miss his mum. I let myself in, When I saw my son, Or what was left of him, On the floor lay a gun. #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge
By Pandora Horvath each gulp piercing my gullet saliva–nonexistant birthing poundage upon my sternum my vacant belly shredding from acid intrusive cravings strengthen welcoming this desolation state i recollect slumber–how pleasant anesthetized each night my scleras desiccating–bloodshot feeble and blanch my flesh becomes slowly withering away like the greenery outside -spring please hurry #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge
