Burben

Burben

A Poem by An Laech

 

A chill breeze whistles through his thoughts
Frozen layers of mile-thick ice
Blue eyes reflect the bitterness within
 
He watches with child-like expressions
His mind a jumbled mess in a hard-boiled shell
Yet he waits with the patients of a maturity
 
His frame hides the boy imprisoned within
A misleading ruse catching his prey off guard
A sly hunter’s trap, set with intent
 
He moves swiftly, silently, like a cat
Another deceiving gesture
Becoming the shadows that fill his world
 
Warm flesh fills his giant hands
Life pulsates within his crushing grip
The trap is sprung and the prey struggles for life
 
He sits and stares at nothing
His mind all but empty as he strokes her hair
One thought fills his tangles mind
 
“Mother, how many times must I silence you?”

© 2009 An Laech


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Chad Chad Chad, you got me on this one! I actually bust out laughing at the end, I have no idea why. I'm getting all into it and thinking, "This is gonna be another intense Chad write", and the ending totally threw me! Where'd this come from? I love the predator/prey concept, but the mom? Ok, I know you have your reasons for writing it, so tell me later, but I thought this was fantastic. Nice to see you write something again! Bravo!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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An Laech
An Laech

Houston, TX



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I am a creature trapped in the wrong time. My heart beats for a time lost. A time that many say is fantasy but I wish to believe was once reality. A time before this technological nightmare we live in.. more..

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