the night is dark and still
like the calm before atomic aggression
where thoughts travel in whispers
never meant to reach knowing minds
yet one such mind is aware
that a betrayal for the ages
will be its dark undoing
this is the blood
hematidrosic rubies of ragged royalty
where flies infest and fester
awaiting death’s oven to bake bread
this is the body
shaking in singuineous shudders
at the sound of footsteps
the sound of clinking steel
metal chains chinking
my time has come
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Very dark, this poem dives deep into the depths and reveals the festering infected sore before death closes the door. Very powerfully written
Thank you, my friend. I am glad it delivered and your time and thoughts are always most anticipated and appreciated. 🙏🌒💔🩸🖋️
This is going really dark and deep, the rotting and festering of our rotting souls and minds, before Mr death comes to put us out of our misery, well written piece
Thank you my friend. I am glad the poem resonated and thankful you were willing to go on that journey. Your time and thoughts are always appreciated, Tobani! Have a great evening! 🙏🌒💔🩸🖋️
You are very welcome
This could be partly a Maundy Thursday theme - with hematidrosis. Jesus not arrested with chains though, but with swords and clubs.
Meanwhile - I can't shay that line - shaking in shinguin...... as I've had a gin or threesh! lol. Do put that gin away, says Fido to me - you're always on it! 🙂
LOL! Yes, the gin! That explains it! 🤣 Orchi, your close read rewarded you with the main idea I had in mind. I wanted to take Jesus' plight...his "agony in the garden" and put the reader in his POV. I didn't want this to be just a poem about "Jesus", and so I never mention him, but I do leave clues which you clearly picked up on. The "chains chinking"...I put in there to indicate the sound of armor...the approach of the cohort. I took poetic license to make the armor perhaps a tad bit more medieval. Blame Mel Gibson 🤣 Conversely, as you hinted at and others have noted above, this also doubles as our own approach to our own mortality and deaths. Just as Jesus was facing his own death at this moment all those years ago in a garden, so do we...hopefully not as imminently 😱🤣 So, rock on, my friend. Your time and astute feedback are very appreciated. You nailed it and, this week, that pun was unintended but well-timed. 🙏🌒💔🩸🖋️
*says jokingly* you saying I discerned a cryptic or hidden meaning in a poem?! It'll be about the first time I have - well, maybe second or third time. lol.
Fantastic.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated, my friend! 🙏🌒💔🩸🖋️
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you Tony! 🙏🌒💔🩸🖋️
You're welcome
Wow! And I mean WOW! Dark, deep and very well crafted. Excellent write!
Wow! Thank you, dear poet and friend. I am humbled and thankful the poem delivered. Much appreciated! 🙏🌒💔🩸🖋️
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