Drops Of Aberration - Poem by Miles WellingtonDeAnda
Red, black, violent hues,
Blood, bruises, and damage onto you,
A quick peer into an aberrant mind,
Winding halls, and spiral stairways,
No escape, no quick getaways.
The hippos laugh gaily in the pool,
And hyper hyenas howl hysterical,
Gaze into the looking glass,
And don't be surprised,
By the insanity of what you find.
Towers burning, cities aflame,
Failed leaders cower in shame,
From the angry masses enraged,
Gunfire blasting, bombs engaged,
Hunger, anger, and death prevail.
Somewhere hidden in the woods,
Deep between the gnarled trunks and tangled vines,
Lies a place frozen in time,
Faeries, daemons, satyrs dance and dance around the fire,
To the stone drums and wooden flutes.
A cloud sloths its way across the sky,
Brewing, swelling, darkening, swirling,
Fat, black, ugly and gray,
It lashes out,
Thunder, lightning, rain.
Wheeling, spinning, free-falling,
Spiraling down and down and down below,
Into the pit, through the hole,
Stranded deep underground, lost.
There is no end, only more.
Dragons roasting young maidens alive.
I wonder if I'll have turkey for dinner tonight.
Poker playing dogs and cute girls,
The state of politics across the world.
Raging rants rambling away in my head,
Some better left unsaid,
So much more but why beat a dead horse?
Quit while ahead, behind, to the left? wherever,
So long, farewell to you my friends.
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