True Colours (another messed up sonnet type thing)

by CJ Maleney   Feb 6, 2018

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes,
So many faces, So many guises.
They hide their own intent and need,
Yet they exist simply to feed.
Be it on your flesh or on your mind,
But know they're there although they hide.
They lurk and skulk within our midst,
They offer us words as tainted gifts.
They spill their words and promise much,
But everything fails with that midas touch.
They assume you cannot see their plan,
What they fail to know Is as a whole we can.
None are alone, sometimes we are silent,

And seek an alternative to words of violence.


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  • 6 days ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Morning everyone

    Thank you all for your comments and I'm sorry for the slow response. Things been mental work wise at the moment and not been logging in so much of late

    Renegades and respect


  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Craig wonderful write that captures well the monsters that lurk in many guises in our midst. A sobering thought. All my best wishes Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Well said Craig ;-) ... monsters indeed. Great write that flows and rhymes perfectly! :-) x

  • 1 week ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I simply had to read this because of your afterthought (another messed up sonnet type thing), lol.
    That's all irrelevant anyway; it's the content that counts, and this is excellent work.

    Take care, Craig

  • 1 week ago

    by Michael


    written in your style, with your name all through. A raw and chilling piece.
    Well done fella
    Michael :)

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