Buzz, world of flies drawn to garbage of lies and they drone
Sticky as syrup on fingers, annoyance lingers, each moment numbers grown
Crawling black dots raise, on legs, nose and eyes, sitting on a fleshy throne
Flies, mouths with wings, hunger their demise, they moan
Crawling over skin, not caring where they've been, wind blown
From ash to trash, basket to casket they've flown
Out I lash, I thrash, I bash, I smash, yet all of me they've known
With the tone of their drone I groan and moan, for my sins I atone
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: February 11th, 2026 03:14
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The poem’s use of flies as a symbol of guilt and moral decay conveys the inescapable nature of sin and the speaker’s struggle toward atonement—all in just eight lines. Really well done.
Thank you so much Soheil for the read and interpretation it is most appreciated and valued
You are welcome.
Ahh, I'm gonna take KP to that restaurant. Then leave her there, while Fido and I go home for a roast dinner. lol.
She says to me 'You think a million times more of that hound than you do of me'. I reply 'Yep!' heehee.
Thanks Orchi for your review and words of support. Yes remember that old joke their is a fly in my soup well at this restaurant there is a little soup in a person's flies.
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