Saturday, December 20, 2014

Douglas Polk- Three Poems


A Glimpse of Hell

children slaughtered to intimidate,
or make a point,
futures destroyed,
everyone,
and every sect,
the ignorance wide spread,
a cancer growing,
and mutating at an alarming rate,
the children gone,
the future only a vast emptiness,
filled with death and darkness,
and pulsing with hate.



Cancer

the pain deep,
the cancer takes hold,
infinite,
the pain,
and the fear,
beyond words,
the future withers,
before the eyes.



Christmas Tree

colored lights on a tree,
filled with ornaments,
store bought,
and home made,
mementos of the family raised,
and the times seen through,
celebrated every year,
at Christmas.

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