The Pink Mist

The Pink Mist

A Poem by Thom

A metaphor of man made dissipation and self destruction from the inside of a man. In the end, we all slip back into the earth. In death we wait, as the world waits, watching those who rule it.



Death through displacement

That a sound couldn’t alter

The Pink Mist

Caused my one heart’s falter


Double Replacement

For the eyes of the shell shocked seeker

The Pink Mist

Find the dust of his brother’s keeper


My Oxygen Tenement

Sustaining an ashen lambent still

The Pink Mist

Shallowing civilian fill


Enchanted, Permanent

As I amble through the placid sound

The Pink Mist

Taste the dissipated soul on top your mound


© 2010 Thom

Author's Note

I'm not a fan of rhyming poetry.

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Added on August 28, 2010
Last Updated on August 28, 2010
Tags: Violence, Colors, Mystery



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