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 Tragedy by Peter Webb These Dreams by Meagan Kay Campbell The Beach by Jillian Bateman Untitled by Kathy Chmiel "Cluttered Mind" by Jeanette Suelto Happy Family? by Christian Vien submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
Tragedy by Peter Webb As the streets revolve and upon them do tread, The people of the nation strive to resolve disputes with the dead. They look to the pain and the terror as their release, They would rather destroy each other than to search for peace. A face remains in their minds, the devil is what it was they believed; looking to the faces they fight against, but are deceived. Before their eyes, the symbol of their own power crumbled, and of their own morality, their mind has stumbled. Wandering now, they search for a cure. Now to their own minds, they find themselves unpure. COLD OLD DEAD BOLD The blood through their veins, burns like a furnace. The mass of horror and screaming memories to their minds embrace. One day it will leave they say, one day it will erase. But today the mighty sword has broken and fallen like a pawn. For once they rise, but the madness lives on. This is no game. They release unchained and untame. When will these threats diminish? When will this horror be finished? |
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