Poetry Blogs (2019, scream)
The platinum fog surrounds reality’s vision
From life going about its simple disposition.
The echo of death-screams
Can only be heard
While awaiting for light to give back day in reverse.
Death likes to work in the shadows
Using the shrowd
While firing lustrous tipped arrows.
The lost souls have nowhere to hide
As life can’t see the dark between the living-disguise.
A night filled wi...
Tuesday 6th August 2019 10:06 am
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm