Outcasted

by Michael   May 11, 2017


Tangled within a noose of thorns, spiteful whispers
come to mourn.
Ichor trickles down blades of rust eroded from
insatiable mistrust,
drips of callous
unjust.

Hearts ripped raw from severed love, flesh picked
by a blood-thirst glove.
Dark grimy skies, blackened moon, ghoul gatherers
draped in gloom,
will come pestering
soon.

Carried away by barbaric jaws. Foulness drips
from carrion claws.
Chains and ball clink and clatter, ensnarled in
wiry hairs of tatter.
Frantic risky rats
scatter.

Dragged over jagged waves, to a place where
souls perish in gluttonous graves.
Slumped upon chards of demise, vultures
salivate depravity from sunken eyes.
Prey upon sorrowed compromise
no aid to my
silent cries.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Well written, Michael; some wonderful imagery throughout.

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Ben

      Imagination is special to us poets :)

    • 7 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Ben

      Imagination is special to us poets :)

  • 7 years ago

    by Pagan Paul

    Nice ink m8.
    PPx

    • 7 years ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Paul,

      Dark ink flowing at mo :)

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