The night is quiet, dreadfully dark
Not a star in sight nor a dog does bark
A poor man on the street is walking
Oblivious to the fiend behind him stalking
He walks with footsteps quieter than death
Fear his raiment, fowl is his breath
He pounces and digs his teeth in the skin
The man fights back but cannot win
The hopeless thing desperately trying
Feeling listless it is now crying
No one to help him in the losing fight
None to avert that fatal bite
Drinking blood the fiend’s basking in joy
Strangling poor soul as it were a toy
A perverted smile upon those lips
Crimson fluid from which still drips,
Wiping his face he leaves with a grin
He feels no guilt no weight of sin
Don’t tread this path don’t walk this way
Coz mortal men here demons slay
p.s I wrote this back in 2008 as my take on suicide bombings and acts of terror occurring in the country at that time, Today these words keep coming back to me and they keep haunting me
Seems like you returned to blogging after a long, long time and it's good to come across a fellow poet :)
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DeleteWow....the depth of it is amazing. Awesome writing :)
ReplyDeleteReturned to this desolate land after ages and just saw the comment :)
DeleteYou're quite a writer.Little morbid maybe but please write more .Hone your talent.
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