Kill
Skulking in the undergrowth
Violation fills your eyes.
Dirty putrid heart breaker.
Over taking all that was good
Contaminating with your lies,
Oozing Immorality and disdain,
Invading, only death remains,
kill.
Squirming, author of my pain,
kill.
You project your filth
And deal the losing cards
You are the sinner
But we will overcome
Your clutches, your petty tyranny
You’ll lose at last
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Shirl
thanks shirl
lou
Lou, I think it's time to
Lou, I think it's time to print out 10 or 20 of your last poems and put them side by side, read them and see what you honestly think and try to get out of yourself long enough to see them with new eyes.... it's not for me to critique. It's in your hands now.
~A
I liked it
I agree this post holds a lot of power within its lines.I guess I just don't see with the same eyes as some on here.