gaze kept straight up
through thick darkness –
strange tidal orgasm
stirring in the blood
down in those dim places
where we live
and toil and die –
where night pours
over field and hill;
house and roadway –
India ink that enters
the living heart
to stain the soul
on the trail of the beast,
the father of lies
that steals away
or children in their sleep
and knits insanities
out of midnights
stitching blinded eyes
to weakened flesh
and tainted blood –
feasting on innocence
and careless words while
riding broken souls
to world’s end
beaten down and bleeding,
held hostage to apocalypse
we lose ourselves
and find our strength
to pursue the beast
all the way to dawn
A contest entry
- Give me more! by ASmileForYou.
700 points, ended January 7, 70 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was a great poem. I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you for entering it in my contest!
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This is my favorite of yours so far. It is written wonderfully. I wish you all the best in the contest,
although you certainly don't need it - your poetry
stands on its own.
Love, Lane
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Powerful. I'll edit this comment when I'm not so drunk on fumes. .
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WOW!
'knits insanities
out of midnights
stitching blinded eyes'
Very creative. Bravo!
Mariana
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