Terry O'Leary

While Waiting At The River Styx - Poem by Terry O'Leary

While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,

From branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,

Your soul, a beggar's blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,

With dangling pearls and diamond studs mid dripping crimson clots,

And gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,

And wrapped in chains around your neck, the Reaper's grim garrote.'

Comments about While Waiting At The River Styx by Terry O'Leary

  • (10/23/2012 1:59:00 PM)

    But don't you have to pay the ferryman? Another dark and descriptive write... (Report) Reply

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  • Ellias Anderson Jr. (8/20/2012 10:08:00 AM)

    so nice and fragrant and lovely work here. just fine and inspiring, keep it up dear pal
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 7, 2013

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