My broken bones of transparency.
My head filled with meanlingless lies.
Imagination so dark, spirits consume
my soul. My every being has awakened to a
world where nothing is preserved but
plastic bottle and dead innocents.
The bell rings as a truck with
imaginable torcher tools brings
forth prostitutes for fun keeping
roars by. The air is musky and poisonous.
The roads are dirty and filled with ear
ringing screams of pain. Children
lie scattered like forgotten memories.
Beer cans fill the walk way, along
with boxes of burnt out cigarettes.
gun salesmen around every corner.
each cheaper than the next.
Fire burns from every corner.
What caused such damnation?
Such fowl stenches and vile
Behaviour? Have our wretched
ways not caused enough damage?
greed, greed made this possible.
giving in yet? To the flesh?
drink your poison. I'm not drinking
It with you.
Wonderful FS... you have created a very dark imagery here and I too would echo on LW's comment that you have written something which is just beyond your age... I loved the part of childrens.. best creativity out there....!!! And You have penned a very inducive piece which needs deep imagination on every stanza...
I too loved the questioning... and the last stanza was just wonderful...!!!
Typo: cheeper should be cheaper..:)
Kid, you are above your age in your thoughts and words. Very impressive.
I loved the use of questions in the poem. Made the reader think.
Drink your poison. I'm not drinking it with you.
Woah. That last line was my favorite. It shows how you acknowledge all the nasty things in the world and horrible people but yet you choose not to be apart of it or to become one of them. Very proud of you hun!