Lost, lost, lost… a poem

HEMMORRHAGE

The eyes stare out in milky horror

Glassy from within the jar

Wretched in formaldehyde

Trodden shame the final ride

 

Captured in a liquid cold

Hell’s fire paid for and sold

Distrait the saturated fee

Hemorrhage, hemorrhage, hemorrhaging

 

Incompetent is such a cast

Stricken down Achilles’ blast

Poseidon summoned tsunami’s rage

Attuned down to a macrophage

 

Whipping, lashing, tearing deep

Cometh never again the sleep

Satan cries delight anew

Spiraling down to Hades brew

 

Stabbing, prickling, unblinking sight

Sharp the edge of this knife’s life

Reincarnation daily routine

Turn this vessel change the scene

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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