Almighty is the word of thee
Because without is hard to see
Casting shadows upon the page
Dangling forms rotting in a cage
Elevated there from dismay
Failings; leaving all on display
Generic lies of men
Holding thin
Ignoring cries of anguish
Justice left to famish
Keening those who are
Lost to the depths, far
Marred by slimy tongues
Never to fill their lungs
Open to disease and death
People forgetting with stale breath
Quick to dismiss the unpleasant
Remembering is left dormant
Sickly minds flail to survive
Tending to dull knives
Under mattresses and waistbands
Vagrants hone wastelands
Weeping at their own hollow
Xanthic wanderers burrow
Yearning for a
Zenith.
This is an absidarian poem I was assigned to write for my class. I like it but it's a little off. At the end of the semester we are supposed to turn in a chapp book of our revised poems. I might revise this one for the chapp book.
~T
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