The Assassins

Careless words

Tongues of wildfire

Feasting at her dignity

Once lush and green

Now charred and unrecognizable

as charcoal etchings

Wisps of ebony dust

Scrawled in negative space

A feeble intimation of the mind that once thrived there

And embraced life’s brilliant palette

With kindness and laughter and music

Sufficiently silenced

by the audacity of friendly fire.

Reviews

[Alucard6336]

Amazing descriptive words! I applaud you! Wonderful transitions.

I don't grasp it fully, but I'm sure many don't mind. Could you please tell me? Alas, my thirst for knowledge is great ;) Wonderful work! :)

[Ivy]

Thank you for your kind review.
Since you inquired: The poem is about one whose spirit and passion have been gravely diminished through slash-and-burn tactics committed by ones they've trusted-- "mobbing"-- which sadly seems to be a growing social issue.

[Alucard6336]

Wow I'm glad I asked. This is great. I don't really pack, in fact, you are very intelligent, I can tell. An intricant prevalent subject like that shows great wisdom. You should feel honored because a deep meaning like that is absent in many pieces, including my own. I'd love to see nore from you, as deep down inside I can relate to this. I've always felt alone. I don't know if it's by choice or just that I don't fit in.

Great work again, for I applaud you :)