Dismay

It was not ending, not beginning 
this fracas, 
to search the exit. 
Where to go where to. 

The window 
has jumped out 
from the moon. what was 
your ultimate? What was? 

The cold-blooded 
creepy object 
discharging the virulent 
flames virulent. 

Migratory ink 
always lands on the 
paper, would not 
move the words would not.

Reviews

[cjshadow21]

This really makes me think, it was written in such a way that it could be interpreted differently each time. I really enjoyed the flow of the poem and how it didn't tell us what we should be feeling but rather it hinted at possibilities. Great poem!