Blood Mosaic
A blood mosaic lay
Here before me
As I read the scripture on the wall.
The puddles of disgust
Soak my feet.
I surrender my mind
To visions that seem so real.
Weakness is
My enemy.
I throw dirt upon its presence.
Emotion streaks
their faces
And mocks my very intelligence.
I know better
Than to strike.
I forge my way
Into a world
That wouldn't have
Me other wise.
I, in return,
Mock their power
As I walk among them
Inside their secret
Lair.
~Written in 2003 (December) when I was fifteen.
Copyright © Madison Balmont | Year Posted 2009
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