John DeBona

Dungeon - Poem by John DeBona

The dungeon walls reek of despair
Floors wet and bloodstained.
Darkness rules over night and day.
Empty chambers that echo with misery.
Skeletons strewn across exitways
with no means of escape.
No sunlight, just dripping water like an underground
cavern, voices in the black.
Pray for death, but prayers cant escape this
solitude or depth of hell.
Closed eyes, gripping one last piece of hope.
Faith, happiness, God, all bleed out like
melting ice, until nothing is left.

Comments about Dungeon by John DeBona

  • (3/24/2007 8:54:00 AM)

    this is a great read john
    good imagery, and word selection
    keep it up
    the work that is

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011

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