Swarms of larval words
devour decaying thoughts
Cobwebs of restraint hold vacant shells
of ideas, once vibrant, sucked dry
Now hollow husks echo
strung from nails of rust
covered with age's dust
Writing's gallows
where resurrection men
steal the dead,
draining ink from their veins,
peeling back their sentence skin,
revealing gramatical guts
but not its breath
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: March 12th, 2024 02:43
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments6
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi
Great poem SB.
Thank you so much for the read and comment
If form trumps content, then we're all in the poo?
Thanks Dave we all steal a little from time to time whether we know it or not but the essence. As for poo I've been in most of my life.
The dark imagery of this poem is oddly captivating, very unique
Thank you so much for the read and comment.
Superb work.
Thank you Thomas
Very good words soren that grab you.
Andy
Thanks Gold for the review and most kind words.
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