Cabin By The Sea...A Poem
The child stood still watching
As the waters grew still
Ignoring his mother’s frantic calling
As he absorbed his first kill
Staring at his father's coffin
He held his mother’s hand
He had slayed the villain
Easier than he had planned
The water never stopped whispering
Invading his dreams every night
Its soft voice ever coaxing
Thoughts of more, meant to excite
But soon they moved away
Far from the cabin by the sea
And the horrible events of that day
His mother finally content and free
The teenage boy glared
As the water started to churn
The eyes of his tormenter finally scared
As it started to boil then burn
The pool was closed down
To fish out the body
The gruesome death scaring the town
Never a tale so bloody
The cabin by the sea called
With promises of laughter
The voices in his head promised
A happy ever after
Standing in the sand
He watched as the rapist drowned
Her fingers slipping into his hand
His forever now bound
The darkness started to creep in
A son on the way and a new wife
His power corrupted as he begin to sin
To support his new way of life
More and more had to die
Murder replacing justice
His heart ignoring the sea's cry
His mind too mad to notice
Addicted to the thrill
His family lived in fear
Watching in horror as he lived to kill
Forgetting everything he once held dear
Standing in the sand
He watched the villain die
Ignoring his dad desperate hand
He refused to let himself cry
The whispers filled his mind
As the young boy stood watching
Reassuring him, the voice kind
His dad finally disappearing
Returning to the cabin by the sea
The child started to play
He and his mum were finally free
All because of what the sea had to say...
© K.A.E Grove
Comments
AUTHORThank you so much Freya, coming from a great poet like yourself it is a huge compliment thank you.
Darkness never end, from generation to generation, raising beast within. That beast is their heritage. Not money, not fame, not greatness, but beast! So scary!
Chilling story in poem. Great job, Nighthag! ^_^
- AUTHOR
Well Master Doug Turner you certainly know how to make a girl blush with such high praise as this, It thrills me to no end to know that you not only enjoyed this poem, but the other darker pieces that I have written as well.
Thank you for the inspiration to write more!
Ah, the nighthag returns to the darkness like a moth to a flame. I, for one, very much enjoy the macabre nature of your work. I expect to be enshrouded by the blacker side of human nature whenever I visit your hubs, and you never let me down. Bravo and keep letting the blood flow.
- AUTHOR
I am so flattered that one of my poems qualifies for being one of your favorites, and even more flattered by the idea that I may have inspired your writing,
I enjoyed LIKE MOSS ON A ROCK and will happily take you from the light to the dark to get more poems like this from you :)
..well first of all I must return to the classics and this is one of my all time favorites by you - or anyone for that matter - and secondly - you have inspired me to write my latest one LIKE MOSS ON A ROCK - so thank you for your inspiration my muse and taking me back from the light into the darkness ...... lol lol -
- AUTHOR
Thank you so much, It is always a pleasure to have my work understood and enjoyed... thank you
A gripping read- cycle of life- very powerful narrative, well constructed - all because of what the sea wanted to say ... haunting! well done, nighthag.
- AUTHOR
Thank you so much for such wonderful compliments!
I am so glad that you liked this, abuse is a vicious thing no matter what form it tries to hide, And I have to admit I have little pity for these types of predators...
Simply brilliant a piece, an artist at work, to add to all the heart felt words above you touched my soul. Abuse is a very sad crime and it's victims pay the price of losing their cherished innocence, very sad indeed. All predators should be sent to the very deepest abyss of the sea and never to surface again.
- AUTHOR
I am so glad that you liked it!, the poem is about abuse, both physical and sexual and with the power of the sea the victim becomes the predator...thanks so much for taking the time to read!
Hi nighthag, I think the child was raped by his father, and then became a killer. I liked it very much! :)
- AUTHOR
saddlerider1
once the darkness of the world touches you for whatever reason it leaves a mark, and the scars of the mind are the hardest to heal...
I am a little speechless at your very kind, thought provoking comment, so I will simply say thank you very much such high praise from someone I admire and respect so much was unexpected...thank you((hugs))
- AUTHOR
epigramman
thank you so much, its a huge compliment to think that I may have inspired a poet such as yourself, and i thought your last comment had me blushing :) I am more than thrilled that you liked this!! Happy writing my friend :)
It always amazes me how ones mind can be taken control of from the deepest recesses of our minds. I sensed this chilling brilliant work with every stroke of your pen, I to have a past and it haunts me still this day.
I love the sea and to die in it would be a reward for many. May all predators end up in hell where they belong. Peace my friend I felt the sweat begin to run down my face reading this very explicit work. Bravo, well done, rate UP and Up some more.
....well I must admit this thrilling chilling piece is one of my favorites of all time here at the Hub - and suitable for framing in epi-man's Louvre in his mind.
As you probably know from my style (sometimes dark) I would simply love something like this - and I am so inspired - now I want to live by the sea - but in actual fact I live by a large lake (which looks like the sea - lol lol) and you have put a lot of creative ideas in my head with one - bravo bravo bravo - this kind of writing seems to be your literal calling ......
- AUTHOR
thank you so much, I am so glad that you liked it...it all started with violence and as is so often the cycle ended with violence...thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem :)
What people are capable of when they are pushed too far is astoundingly evident in your poem. Powerful stuff. Loved it thanks!
- AUTHOR
WB you nailed it!, that was the exact theme i was reaching for! thank you so much for reading it is a joy to have my poem understood thank you so much!
One replaces the other as the madness is passed all somehow driven by the call of nearby sea. I guess the question becomes can you leave the seashore and harness the demon or will the sea call it back once again? Thanks for sharing! WB
- AUTHOR
a great translation of my poem :) thank you so much for not only taking the time to read but to leave such a wonderful comment, your poem was great!
I enjoy reading and writing dark poetry.This poem express my understanding of your poem. I hope I got it right :)
The siren call of the sea
awakes the demon lurking within
madness finally prevail and set free
the urge of the primeval beast
to kill and kill... again and again
- AUTHOR
one of those sins of the father sort of thing, with history repeating itself,
"Spellbound" is a wonderful compliment I am glad that you liked it, Thank you !!
I got it perfectly,was not the child raped by his father ,killed him,then lived the same life style in his mind until he was finally freed,or maybe this is not correct,anyway,I was spellbound throughout.Thank you.
- AUTHOR
rx4u
I am so glad that you enjoyed this poem and its dark theme, thank you so much for taking the time to read and leaving such a wonderful compliment
- AUTHOR
De Greek,
A legacy of family madness tied into the strange power that is the sea, after re reading it (sober)I have to admit it is a bit vague, but thank you so much for taking the time to try and get it and leaving a comment, I may just have to do a little bit of editing...Thanks :)
A legacy of madness encouraged by the mysterious calls from the darkness of the sea! This would be an excellent plot for a movie. Great job NH! :)
I am ashamed to say that I don't get it and I so much want to :-)
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