Verdict
Close the curtain
and sit in the dark with the rest of us.
It is so so so dark–
but in the dim, you can make
shapes out of the darkness
and at least hear
the rest of us trying to breathe–
the low murmer deafening.
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” with the rest of us ”
Repeated
Creates a comfortable
place in this poem
making shapes
Glad we are in this crucible together.
Great write.
Thanks.
This is one good creepy short poem. Very dystopian and very, very good!
Gods, what Linda said.
There with you, in the dark, sir. 🙁
love the economy and strangeness of using “dim” as a noun and the oxymoron ending
Wow. Like an E.A. Poe poem.
Atmospherics that rattle the soul.
Hear the rest of us trying to breathe!
Trying.
We are all in this together aren’t we?
Yes! at least hear
the rest of us trying to breathe–
My goodness, what incredible work the title does here. The line about finally hearing people trying to breathe is an absolute show stopper