Category: Writers Block
There is a bend in the road, just ahead.What lies beyond?
There’s a fork in the path just now. Which side to take?
Look at the steps in the clouds, their landing in the sky.
A corridor to nowhere, the end of the line?
Silent tears like acid rain.
They burn and scald and fuel the shame.
Who are these tattered, beaten and empty shells?
These dying relecs from burning hell?
Pitted, gutted, soulless things.
Broken angels with cindered wings?
I don’t think.
Bloodied warriors who killed too much?
Maybe.
Don’t look away.
Don’t tell a soul.
Do not pity them, they care not.
They are the choices, the mistakes, the horrors of man.
i like that.
thanks for sharing..
This piece tickles something oddly familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. In any case it's a nice poem. I hope more people comment on it.
nice! love the immages(lol)keep on writing!
I like the style of the writing. It kind of remind me of Edgar Allen Poe.
yep very nice poem. hope you write more!
I like! You should write more, Flops.