Hybrid Child (Challenge from Michael)

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DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22

Posts 2396

0 posted 1999-09-01 10:37 PM

My guts writhe with worms of jealousy,
as I think of you with him.
I swallow my spite like fine chablis,
drunk on an outlook so grim.

Greeting each day with a poker face,
I keep from being reviled.
Bitterness breeds with the human race,
birthing it's own hybrid child.

This bastard child has been named Despair,
it's playground, my broken heart.
I don't know how it came to be there,
though it picks my hell apart.

I drowned this demon in alcohol,
only to find he could swim.
Over my marriage he cast a pall,
making my conscience go dim.

Despair feeds upon those squirming worms,
that writhe around in my gut.
His ravenous hunger reaffirms,
what I contemplate somewhat.

I told you never hurt me again,
you wont like where it will lead.
It's payback time for your every sin,
it's time you were made to bleed.

This gun in my hand becomes my world,
whispering vengeance softly.
Despair within my stomach is curled,
waiting it's chance to be me.

Thoughts mired by this alcoholic haze,
seem somehow perfectly right.
Driven by comfortably numb malaise,
I stumble into the night.

The gun's whispers merging with Despair's,
make an awesome crescendo.
That gut-wrenching song hardly compares,
to faithless innuendo.

The night swirls without form around me,
much like a good acid trip.
My perceptions of reality,
are curling my upper lip.

The writhing worms finally reached my eyes,
burrowing into my brain.
Shouting dark truths that no one defies,
Despair is compared to Cain.

The worms whisper she deserves her due,
kill her and you'll benefit.
The hybrid child will have his say too,
telling me go through with it.

Jealousy eats it's way through my head,
I feel it under my skin.
I start to believe I'm better off dead,
I feel the madness slip in.

Jealousy chases me with vigor,
the worms tell me not to stall.
I point the gun and pull the trigger,
Despair has won after all.

©1999 DreamEvil

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Life is pain is poetry, at least I'll be productive.
DreamEvil©

WhtDove
Member Rara Avis

since 1999-07-22

Posts 9245
Illinois

1 posted 1999-09-01 11:00 PM

Very well done Dream! I just love how you worded the 10th stanza there. Anything you put to mind you seem to do well at. The sign of a talented poet!

PhaerieChild
Senior Member

since 1999-08-30

Posts 1787
Aloha, Oregon

2 posted 1999-09-02 12:00 PM

Very well done!!! Bravo!!! Hip Hip!!! Cheerio!! (can you tell I liked it?)

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Words lay dormant in the recesses of the mind til called forth to a labor of love. By WildChild

lyndzë
New Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 4
London, Ontario, Canada

3 posted 1999-09-02 12:31 PM

wow, that was a painted tale that began to move, then grew, then closed so perfectly that the reader feels pain when letting it go.
could've left me speachless, if i knew how to be.

~one voice~
Senior Member

since 1999-07-08

Posts 664
Billings, MT USA

4 posted 1999-09-02 05:02 AM

WOW! I really like this one! So graphic is your anger... Wonderful, wonderful!!!

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~onevoice~

"She looked at her life
like lines, never-ending,
constantly forming,
reforming and bending."

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

5 posted 1999-09-02 07:45 AM

You truly are a King of dark emotion DreamEvil and you deliver it unto the reader exquisitely. Challenge well met.

Michael

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

6 posted 1999-09-02 03:17 PM

I don't like the idea of suicide. But I like the way you wrote this poem. You have a flair for the dark and dramatic, that's for sure! Good one, DE.

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