Kill Poem by Juanita Carter

Kill

Rating: 5.0


Word that roam

tearing the soul

piercing the lung

souring the heart

blinding the eyes

cursing the mind

shaving me raw


word that destroy

with a fierce belt

a deadly stare

with a bloody dream

holding me firm


Murder is its sweet romance

ready to take my dear dying loans


word that fills the screaming sea

with eyes of blackness

like a stair case

that will never end.


Kill that's my name.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem tells a story about the word kill and how it affect us in so many ways.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Titi Dale 18 February 2013

Death affects any1 and every1 greatly following its occurrence... This describes the menace perfectly!

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