Pity For The Wicked

Pity For the Wicked

Pity For the Wicked

Soured souls seeking
solace in their spite
scratch, cling,
claw, bite,
off more than they can chew,
gnaw holes in hearts,
hands that feed
and right on through ,
to their very bones where
distasteful sinews
of their woes,
stick in teeth,
run down throats,
block, gurgle,
gag, and choke,
spewing venom as they go-

a corpse twitching
in its throes.


With Halloween only a day away, I thought I’d throw up a little poem that’s a bit on the darker side of things. Normally I like to keep it pretty light around here but, well, sometimes those darker things are just too good not to post.

This one here is just a call to have pity for those malicious people. Besides, they aren’t really living at all, sad things. They get all tied up in knots and, before they know it, their whole life is lost in something that was never really worth their time.

4 responses

  1. A amazing Halloween poem. Thank you.

    1. And thank you for both the comment and the compliment! šŸ™‚

  2. Now I’ll have zombie nightmares! the poem works!

    1. Yay! Mission accomplished šŸ˜‰ Ty a million for reading and Happy Halloween!

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