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Solitary Figure
Contributed by
bobotheclown
on
Monday, 26th August 2002 @ 07:24:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Skeletons lie in the streets
Broken, bones tangled together
Mouths formed in a silent, forever scream
Its an overcast day, like always
Acid rain lazily falls sizzling
On the battered ground
A solitary figure
Walks amongst this hell
He's used to it all
Even though silent tears trickle down
They are tears of hunger
There's an aching pang
In his belly
You can see every bone
Across his stretched, green flesh
Eyes peer out from a hollow head
Wide, with hunger
Frightening to behold
As this wasted wretch
Stumbles down the sidewalk
And I? I am a prisoner
In this gutted shell of a city
Locked in isolation
Tied to a steel bed
Only, my hands free
Screaming like a maniac
Scratching at my head
Blood runs into my eyes
As I lick my hands clean
Blood my only food
Blood my only beverage
Sick as I puke all over myself
Like a handicapped child
The guards they eye me
With a wicked gleam
I cower if I see, hear or
Even think of them
They are casting lots
For the choicest parts
Of my deformed body
Then they will rip me to shreds
The solitary figure
Has found a meal
A smile across
His weathered features
As he gnaws at the raw, moldy flesh
On a fellow human's arm
He eats the magotty flesh
With relish, attacking it like a steak
Across the dying city
Other acts of cannibalism and debauchery
Take place
Soon... nothing will be left
Except the crumbling facades
Of buildings, bones picked bare
And the wind whistling across the empty streets
In my confinement
Finally, off the steel bed
Huddled in a corner
Howling like some demented animal
Eyes sunken, bloodshot and weary
Skin a pasty white and dry
Congealed blood in my matted hair
Toenails like claws
Tattered clothes in shreds
Hanging from my tense body
Face in my hands
Unable to look at my surroundings
Soon I will die
Along with this horrible city
My name only a passing memory
And this hell-hole
Will be gone as well
Hopefully erased from all memories
The guards are coming
I can hear their lusty, vicious cheers
I push myself further into a corner
Their closer I can almost see
Their brown, rotting teeth
Goodbye...
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bobotheclown
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2002-08-26 19:24:25]
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Re: Solitary Figure
(User Rating: 1 )
by Maha on
Monday, 2nd September 2002 @ 03:34:36 AM AEST
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| This is really very touching. Sometimes I feel just like this; lonely and aloof in the crowd. I really enjoyed your poem. Thank you. |
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Re: Solitary Figure
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by thorns on
Wednesday, 8th January 2003 @ 05:28:15 PM AEST
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| that was disgusting. if you meant to make your readers throw up, you were nearly successful. |
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