Hello, everyone, and welcome to the next chapter in The Demon Barber of Fleet Street series. This is the fourth poem, and thank you all for taking the time to read this and leave a review (HINT, HINT). Anyway, I entered this poem into a statewide contest and am still waiting for the result (The first poem in this series I also entered into a contest - a school one - and lost. The poem that won was about basketball...). So, I hope this is good, wish me luck!
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Poem #4
A wounded soul in search of light
In search of the one who cannot be seen
But by the morning light.
Darkness is everywhere
He can't find her,
He can't see her.
He doesn't see the poor soul
Trying to comfort him,
Trying to help.
No, he is gone now.
Absorbed in his melancholy thoughts
Unable to reason,
Unable to feel solace or comfort.
All he knows is darkness,
Shadows that never cease.
Always planning,
Always plotting.
He is unable to control his anger,
His rage towards the world,
Towards those who have wronged him.
But he will have vengeance,
He will have salvation.
With a sweep of his arm,
The edge of a razor,
All will be done with.
And he will be alone,
Isolated from the world,
Where he can wallow in blood,
The blood of those who have done him wrong.
He is all alone now,
A ghost of a man,
Sweeney Todd.
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I honestly appreciate all the reviews I get, they really make my day. I've been really depressed lately about losing that contest I mentioned earlier (It was quite recent), and I got the nicest reviews today - it really brightened my spirit. This is just to let everyone know that yes, reviews matter.