FEAST FASCINATION

Its a poem written on a dream and shows the struggle between my mind and the world. Its kind of abstract so you can paint a description with your imagination.

A sense of unease and a presence in disguise.

Stink of warm blood and skin was breezing in the air.

Hover flies buzzing in a motion amazingly precise.

I wanted to move away but as a butcher’s tied lamb I waited in despair.

Opened my eyes slowly as I knew it was all a dream and I was worlds apart.

I was in a palace with all the riches in the world and treasures of all nations.

Palace so amazingly extensive it touches the extent of my imagination.

Where thousands wrecked ones stood staring and waiting for the supper to start

It was a feast of the riches with affluent platter and silverware

I looked on the poor staring from a distance and knew life wasn’t fair

But who shall I be to be the judge. No more than a puppet in a play.

I couldn’t feel my limbs and I wondered is this a test?

Am I the steward or the honorable guest

I was wondering this whole time what will they serve.

That can match up to the realm of this place.

I could see a reflection of myself when I looked down and I could see my own face.

It was the silver platter  beaming in blood.

I heard a voice saying “Let’s eat up his brains, that will give us his ego his traits and his pain”

I wondered and wondered but it was too late

The lid was opened, the crowd  roared, the feast began

AND IT WAS MY HEAD ON THAT PLATE!!!

Reviews

[Redboy]

Wow...awesome. Seems like your talking about demons here that feed on humanities grief from another realm. I like your ending! Good write : )

[J Todd Underhill]

Life will chew you up, and s**t you out at times. that's why people grow bitter, and defensive at times. Awesome read and should be shared on our radio show.

[toby thomas]

Thank you for the review. If and ever this gets shared. Can you please notify me as I would love to cherish that moment.

[J Todd Underhill]

You should call our show and share it!