~a Contrite Night~ Poem by E Nigma

~a Contrite Night~

Rating: 5.0


I'll destroy your house of clay
Watch you walk away
Gathering yourself
In the scattered winds sway

In the battered suns beams
Is the tattered torn fray
From the pieces you collect
Are the dreams I'll sweep away

With the leaves I burn alive
In the breeze you feel the warmth
So deceived your drenched in lies
Malcontent to drip in scorn

As your forced to face the life
Behind your eyes within your womb
Are the screams turn muffled cries
Your stifled will I will consume

Thursday, February 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Macabre
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Thank you Crowley, Poe, Lovecraft & King for all your Macabre works over the years.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Professor Plum 17 February 2015

Terrific poem Ed! Poe-ish in a good way. Best I've read in a week!

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Chuy Amante 12 February 2015

I bet you scare your neighbors! nice!

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