Poem -
Damaging Mischief
Hidden beneath rags, a monster cries for air. Its control lost to the loneliness surrounding it. Cold. Crystal. Cries.
Like a thunderstorm awakening
Ready to cause pain,
And suffering.
Its weapon frees from its hiding place -
Gliding across the surface with the hope of helping.
Lines appear. Red, brown, white.
Colours, cries and candles.
Firelight burns bright,
Like a watcher's excitement, ready to catch a sinner at its misdeed.
A fragile hand shakes; brittle, broken bones under the snow-white scarred skin.
And glassy buttons just stare aimlessly -
Ahead of them.
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Comments
Such a crisp, sharp write! Excellent x
Hello ADE!!..... although this is formatted like poetry... it still comes across (to me) like VERY well crafted prose...... it has amazing hints at alliterative poetic prose though and is filled with some amazing imagery...... wow!!..... you're a writers writer...... just toying with my poetic sensibilities (smiles)..... regardless, I love it for its overall picture..... like it was torn from the pages of some lovely manuscript!!........ALL STARS!!...... well done dear poet sister..... and......WELCOME to COSMO!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo. : )