Stopped
Stopped in my tracks,
About to act,
They had no backs,
To brake the pact.
Out with living,
Within the shark,
They prodded giving,
And ripped the bark.
They shouldered guilt,
Fashioned disease,
Covered in silt,
They gave no release.
Indecent to dancer,
Productive to criminal,
They shook my chancer,
Into bilateral.
Never considerate,
Always conceited,
They live to abate,
The darkness bleated.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment