Poem -
DEVIL DAYS
Sadly sickening with sadness
The rocks of reality
Firmly weighted his already broken back
He could not move
Did not desire to move
Fell down on the ground
Soundless
Mocking angels crowed and laughed
Crowding his vision
Sang songs of undreamt dreams
Air bubbles of impossibilities
Spewing confetti
The truth of lies
The lies of truth
While mourning demons took
his hands
With grim reverence
No need to gloat
And he...
Unmoving
Unseeing
Uncaring
All knowing
Smiled.
Marion Price (2019)
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Emotionally penned luv xxx
Bless you for taking the time and giving feedback Jill, appreciated, truly xxx