The Hyenas

The Hyenas

A Poem by Pensmoke Poems

Ah the despicle and vile things

Mocking my despair

They circle

They laugh

They examine

They laugh

They know your finished

So they laugh

And all the time your sitting there

You know that it is time

So you laugh

Laugh at your injuries

Your life

Your body

Your fate

And as you stare at the prey once more

You laugh

As scarlet gives color to your morbid jokes

© 2016 Pensmoke Poems

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I enjoyed the dark, scavenging nature of this. Very nice use of metaphorical Hyenas.

I think this poem is a bit short with the lines but is still pretty good despite. Good work, Panda! :)

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Added on May 24, 2016
Last Updated on May 24, 2016