Nature’s asperity causes you to bleed
moving around in a cloud of pain
you wonder to what degree this suffering
eulogy already written for one so young.
You feel the force of impending doom
on your guard, waiting for it to happen
insecure in false sense of security
knowing that blind justice could kill dreams of fairness.
The law sits in midnight
pressure brings hope that the night will end soon
enemy of quintessential thoughts vanquished
opaque memories finally clear as crystal, bringing forth long lost knowledge
Red the color of thoughts swirling in the mind of the xenophobe
evil plans to vex even the thickest of skin
thick scar unseen, unknown, pus festering beneath,
pandering to unrelenting whim which brings forth
sweet memories of yesterday before journey to the outer zone.
A contest entry
- Word Bank by Ravenblood.
900 points, ended January 24, 16 entries
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