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Dark Poetry - Trapped

Dark Fiction Factory welcomes guest poet Lynn White.


I can hear the flies buzzing

so I think I must have died

In life I could shoo them away

open a window

to persuade them through,

though usually they were

too stupid

to grasp the chance of freedom.

Now there is no window to be


We’re trapped in this closed space

with only our fears,

our most ancient fears

for company.

Eternal night.

No possibility

of freedom,

or escape.

Not for me.

Not for them.

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Consequence Journal, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes.

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Priscilla Bettis
Priscilla Bettis
05 sept. 2022

"In life I could shoo them away" From that line on there's a dread-filled claustrophobia. Great poem!

Luke Ramer
Luke Ramer
05 sept. 2022
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Yea, I thought this one was pretty cool. Didn't try to do too much in one short poem, just got the feeling and point across. Thanks for checking it out.

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