Into the Valley of Lost Souls and Mad Kings

Into the Valley of Lost Souls and Mad Kings

A Poem by Robert Francis Callaci

bent and broken but not defeated


Into the Valley of Lost Souls

and Mad Kings 


Insidious whispers

concerning condemnations

against the unwashed abounded-

that smirk on your lips

spoke volumes---


You became blind

when I needed you to see-

and deaf to the protestations

of the myriad injustices done

to the unheard and forgotten---


When my back was turned

you pushed me into the abyss-

watching with maniacal glee as

I fell to my doom---


Was it not you who always

promised that we’d stand together 

hand in hand?

When did treachery and deceit

become your forte?


I hear the choral dirge

ringing in my ears

as you weep false tears---


Huddled amongst your

sycophants you sink

deeper into the mud;

where you revel in

debauchery and hypocrisy---         


I’ve been caste out

and thrown aside

like some unused toy-

a discarded puppet

made to crawl on

broken bones and

and rotted flesh---


Although my pain

is excruciating

and my condition dire,

I still have reason for


for no longer

will I have to

endure the stink from your a*s

and the reeking foulness of your breath

that always left a

vile and putrid taste

in my mouth---


As I close my eyes

I am comforted by

your absence---

















©Robert F. Callaci


© 2017 Robert Francis Callaci

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Added on September 3, 2017
Last Updated on September 3, 2017


Robert Francis Callaci
Robert Francis Callaci

Port Richey, FL

My passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..