DwNecrid wrote...
Fine
Leave me all alone
Here in this dark abyss
Forever alone
(lol, but repetition of alone is bad, especially in one stanza.)
Pitch black
Slight glow
From the only source of light
The monitor flickers with age
With each flicker the feeling grows
(the large difference in line lengths, and in fact the difference in time taken to read them between the second and third lines greatly breaks the pacing of the stanza. If there's a point to it I don't see it.)
The ever slowly creeping hand of death from behind
The lingering feeling someone is always watching
Chills run my whole body
Constantly looking behind
To only realize nothing is there
Frankly the time taken to write this is reflected, and I'm sure you're already aware of that. The point is kind of foggy; a character that feels left behind (and is angry at whoever did it) in a dark room with a slight case of paranoia. I'd suggest he buy a light. This is also obviously the first draft. As such this kind of murkiness is expected. If you feel the desire to take more time on it, devote it to re-writing and streamlining what you have before making it longer. Poetry hinges on the choice of words much more than writing does, so you can almost never revise too much. That's actually what I hate about poetry.
I look forward to seeing the following drafts, and seeing the heart of what this is starting to get at.
Also obligatory herp derp 1,000 post get.