After the carnage
The city that was forgotten by the masses
The hierogliphics stained
Confused
What vernacular was created for this giant
X's, Dates, and Numbers
Stepping over bones and hearing the spirits break under my feet
So many lost
With every crack
Another scream
The ghosts live in my blood now
They speak
What stories
It bleeds from their eyes in a crimson waterfall
Catch their tears and paint the confinds of my reality
Finally
The grafitti is readable
What does it say
A sign of hope?
A light of life?
A smile in this sea of torture?
What does it read?
Oh God
One Dead In The Attic
A contest entry
- Pain In Poetry by Jadis Blade.
450 points, ended April 11, 2008, 57 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Dark With Captivating Lines
You write like scenes from horror movies yet unmade. It sounds like something that could be written on the walls of the next Saw movie. Very unique.
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Wow!! This has amazing imagery and
descriptiveness and it builds up to
a great final line. I love the way
you built up the suspense. great job
on this.
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