Scarfman Poet


Bloody Rage - Poem by Scarfman Poet

I stand awaiting, cold and lonely
Waiting here since tone of bell
Collected faces, dull and homely
This place must truly be hell

The beast ahead is fearsome and slow
I dare not cross her deadly path
For she’s been waiting for turn to go
If she’s crossed, she’ll eat my ass

And so I wait with demons here
They’re growing enraged as well
One will roar “is the time near? ”
And I shall answer “I can’t tell”

I reminisce of the times old
When life was good and lines were fast
But now in hell, the lines are cold
I must break away from happy past.

So finally, my turn’s at bay
And moves away the ugly beast
I grasp my prize and move away
And then I sit, and have my feast

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2005



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