Inspired by Muse's Shrinking Universe from Hullabaloo
A silent crow, cawed in an earsplitting Scream that slit the visage of silence A narrow escape it fled when a gun firing It hit the hem of wings, on to a fence More silence overwhelming the sheer noise A little walk will do, a little racket of shoes An early sunrise crept upon the voice And it jeered and sneered at the weird truce A slip of target caused the innocent cry A deep wound erected upon a naïve skin Blistering and burning in a cold night To the hours that had never dared to remain In clocks and years that have passed by A ghoul hesitating to eat the corpse Fearing to hear its cry A false-hood in the name of regime sticks in hopes Of the afraid, the people who fear…
I love the darkness painted with your words: crow, scream, gun, silence wound, night, ghoul, corpse, fear
the little racket of shoes is a gorgeous line and I love the anxiety of time there too in 'the hours that dared to remain', 'in clocks and years that have passed by', and in 'the name of regime sticks in hopes
Of the afraid, the people who fear…'
Overall I dig the dark urgency in it.. :) really great...
I love the darkness painted with your words: crow, scream, gun, silence wound, night, ghoul, corpse, fear
the little racket of shoes is a gorgeous line and I love the anxiety of time there too in 'the hours that dared to remain', 'in clocks and years that have passed by', and in 'the name of regime sticks in hopes
Of the afraid, the people who fear…'
Overall I dig the dark urgency in it.. :) really great...
I like the artwork a lot. A dark and lonely place of mystery. I like the poem. Gave life to the photo. No weakness in the poem. Just a powerful tale filled with mystery and fear. A excellent poem.
Coyote
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I am Sujash and I ramble. I am a freshman at Truman State University from 2012(isn't it this year???!!!). I'm looking forward to a dual major in Creative Writing and Music(Performance)
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