A gasp for breath,
a silent moan,
burbled underwater tones.
My evil has of yet not shown,
but soon I shall be drowning Joan.
With constant pressure on her neck,
she scratches claws and tries to kick,
becoming underwater sick,
while wishing she were home.
My evil has of yet not shown,
but soon I shall be drowning Joan.
Flesh of pale to turn to blue,
flushing out all fear she knew,
something in this sick is true.
No tears for no more sadness.
Has of now she floats alone,
for I have finished drowning Joan...
*Posted with a special thanks to Janice Etienne*
Well done as usual.... You have quite a tallent for the dark side...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very dark and yet entices the reader to the curious side...Every now and then poets dip into this darkness and pen it well as you did sir.....