Rough cloth depressed against seated cheeks
Fingers pick fluff from a gaping navel.
Mindful of this isolated sickness
He turns his hate on each and everyone.
Loose slippers hang from uncut dirt filled nails
Hairs peek from an over worn grotty shirt.
Lives within a nightmarish paradise
With no green pastures in its history.
While Dettol top gathers its thick black dust
An itch takes fingers through thinning hair.
Muscular-walled tubes protrude from his hand
He stares at the mole, is it cancerous?
Dead eyes turn there's no reflected kudos
He turns his hate on each and everyone.
What did you think
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the imagery here is soooo stark..this is excellent bravo
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icky
this was so descriptive *cough* a bit too descriptive lol. this really did upset my tummy. Its amazing that you produce such a grotesque piece of writing! this is so true, on the other hand. pity this man, and hate him too -
I applaud your ability to put this feeling into the form of a poem. The tragedy of life leaves a sad note and a lesson lies therein for all of us to learn.
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The hatred expressed towards others is often a manifestation of our own self-loathing. Great imagery. Great job.
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