Desolate

dark and deep
where souls weep
pierced hearts seep
night has made
an abyss leap
red fog creeps
stumps creek
birds screech
paths preach
satanic speech
headless leech
sucks black blood
body drop thud
green gory mud
last words written
vampire bitten
hell’s smitten
final deep sigh
all alone I
left here to die

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27 thoughts on “Desolate”

  1. Thank you for liking β€œDecorated with the Dead” and β€œPhantoms.” Great poem about the pain of desolation! The words flow so well from one line to the next. Your poem makes me wonder why some people are more sensitive to their inner darkness than others.

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