To Die... Quietly

Lament my soul,
Lament and watch
black trickles
of sweet poison
flows quietly
into my river
that accumulates
in a dam now full
drop after drop
until it gives in
explodes, expose
Wound in my soul
festers in sight
as maggots arise
a horrid stench
from opened heart
left to dry out
under scorching heat
of a raging sun
only to be flipped
engulfed forever
by the darkness
of a cold cold night,
to freeze
to numb
to die
quietly

Tomorrow torn
by savage beaks
of vultures mean!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
when it feels very dry...

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Comments (11)

fjamesj9701
I think you know this is just my kind of stuff and I enjoyed it line for line. =) Thank you for sharing…Jesse wine
branksome
I like it, well chosen words in a short metre.
Mizzy4
Strong poem,
Well written........great words !
Mick.
cool angel
soulgoddess
soulgoddess
Blessings to you hug
orientalkoru
Hi Jesse... Thank you young man for dropping in...I value your support. And glad you enjoyed this one thumbs up wine
orientalkoru
Thank you, Branksome sir... Much appreciated... And welcome ... Nice to meet you here at the corner gift handshake
madtat29
Bravo...super dark...super good conversing
orientalkoru
Thank you for reading and commenting Mick...very much appreciated! gift thumbs up
orientalkoru
Angeline...with a soul of a goddess....that was very nice of you. Thank yougift angel
orientalkoru
Thanks a lot MadT... Much appreciated mate and glad to know it caught ur attention... thumbs up
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