Small Words Of Chaos

a poem written in ink
                             word
for
                             word
in ink, blood of life, bone of the dead
for a single moment life still stands, stood
words mixed up with blood
to create confusion,
alas the last son dies
and all humans die
because
a fatal pen
didn’t ink the right words
on the wall of fate
the book of life
religion doomed,
death lost,
the last ink drips down the wall
ink of life
                             word
for
                             word.

Reviews

[Jane Doe]

It's powerful in both meaning and the way you set it up(: it sounds like a piece another student read in our forensics tournament(:

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

It does seem like something lingers within this... nice, I like the title, catchy... as well as the way you wrote this.

[shunik]

lingering..
...something tickled in between when I read it

[Leon R]

well done, nice way to emphasize with the word structure.

[stars are far]

This was well done..
You did a great job in it :-)

[Priscilla Sayers]

A verse that speaks volumes. Ink drips like blood, words form the basis of a great message. Well done!

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

I think you put all emotion into it and it is great!
;) --Ashley

[_Hanabi_]

i don`t quiet understand it!!!!