Poem Details
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Title: | Death |
Author: | Lucretia Crouse |
Date Submitted: | 10/5/2011 |
Poem: |
Framed smiles rigid with conformity, barren of laugh lines, humorless, wander arrogant through the chaos. Blinders can’t hide eyes filled with death. Conceptual thinking dies in new days of dark deliverance on demonic wings. Glory rides no more. Hope lingers but flutters faintly, gasping, dying. The moon weeps, hanging useless on our refusal to allow beauty to breathe, unfettered, free. Flowers cry, birds free fall, as self-destruction rules. Angry clouds hover; venom spews from agony set free to devour. Staid tears of remorse dry, impotent. Nervous apprehension consumes. Bleak, desolate, stagnant minds retreat: unused, unfulfilled, useless. Death’s stench hovers over a wasteland of cold corpses, acknowledged too late. ... |