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Escape (Sonnet) by raven_the_poet

Right now I don't feel too well. I feel like I was born in hell. My feelings are a big mistake. I cannot give until I take. I must escape this crazy world. Full of lies and pain and hurt. I must get out into fresh air. I have to leave this leaky lair. My head is throbbing full of pain. My eyes are filling up with rain. I cannot speak to save my life. Resistance is futile so swallow the knife. It's not like I can't leave this place, This angry world nothing but a race. I choose to stay and live the rest. Right now, it's nothing but a test. I'm drowning, drowning, in my tears That swallow all the hateful fears. I must give up and see the end. I can't just sit here, I can't pretend.

Ranger 14-Feb-06/11:28 AM
Cigar girl, not matchstick girl, my bad. I can't find the actual article itself (the book appears to still be in print and under copyright), but the theory is that the story of Marie Roget was based on the actual murder of a girl named Mary Cecilia Rogers, and that the details in the story fit too closely to actual facts from the crime which I believe Poe would not have had access to. Or something like that. I forget, but next time I'm home I'll have a look for the book.




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