FROGGER

FROGGER

A Poem by Crusaderscross

Night comes fast
The noise of the streets consumes the air

Hundreds of wandering mice
try to find a path

Scorching heat of flesh
stains the sidewalks

Green, yellow, then red
the mice stop like trained dogs

Some try to cross, no avail

The heat is rigorous and
the lights blinding

Mice are everywhere
getting nowhere

Metal beings are passing
not avoiding

The stench of dirt and disease
is upon them

There is no escape
There is only death

© 2010 Crusaderscross


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"There is no escape
There is only death"
Wow... so hopeless, fantastically written, I must add.
"Mice are everywhere
getting nowhere"
This line also caught my attention as well...
Visual, touching, and emotional.... all of this created a fantastic poem! Bravo! :D


Posted 9 Years Ago


Very interesting. A quite different point of view from one looking on. Great piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Well written poem. The sadness in the poem is touching. Those dear mice ... Thanks for sharing this.

Posted 9 Years Ago


The desperation in this. I can just see the whole thing. The mice are being used to perhaps attack and kill people, at least that's what came to mind, recalling a book and movie about a guy who used rats to attack people. Cool poem, you used outstanding descriptions, made the poem very vivid.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Aw the poor things! The words you used are awesome. Beautiful imagery. Beautifully written.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 14, 2010
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Crusaderscross
Crusaderscross

Montreal, Canada



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