Open Poetry #46 |
I dreamt of Haiti |
firechild Junior Member
since 2009-05-18
Posts 14 |
on bended knee he waits… afflicted by unquenched thirst he waits for vultures to bleach his bones release him from such misery the hour, nigh of death’s decay that prey on broken limbs pulsate through fickle veins to him, it is the end the end , that matters not for his love, his heart is gone…. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I can feel the pain in this and have seen it so many times on television. You captured the agony well. |
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dollmaker Member
since 2006-08-30
Posts 155mass dorchester |
i feel soooooooooooo sad reading this..... kerri |
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