Curtis Moorman Poet Free verse

Bloodlust

BLOODLUST   ca

The allure of her was strong and enticing.  As he stealthily stalked her, he could feel the appetency rising heavily in his mind creating thoughts he could not assuage.  He quickly crossed the street and walked hurriedly up the block, all the while keeping her in sight.  He crossed the street once again and ducked into the nearby alley.  When she approached the entrance he viciously grabbed her and dragged her into the dark, dank, putrid confines and began to assault her brutally.  After committing this brutal attack and leaving her, not knowing if she was dead or alive,  he suddenly felt a certain onslaught of mental anguish.  His ability to make sound decisions with clarity of mind had gone awry.  His atrocious act was less than auspicious for her.  Once he had committed this dastardly, heinous act of violence, he went to the nearest church for confession hoping the priest could absolve his vicious act and save his soul from eternity in hell.

23 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by John Hamilton

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Sandra Adams November 3, 2019 at 6:59 PM powerful write....so sad but this sort of violence happens more often then we think....good penning...congrats on your win :) Curtis Moorman November 12, 2019 at 9:52 PM Sandra, I apologize for this late response to your great comment that reads .... good penning. I like that terminology. Thank you so much!

Brenda Chiri November 3, 2019 at 6:58 PM Curtis a wonderful win with this one!;)congrats!;) Curtis Moorman November 3, 2019 at 7:49 PM Thank you, Brenda! I had high hopes for this one when I entered the contest. I'm highly pleased with a 2nd place win.

John Hamilton November 3, 2019 at 6:21 PM Curtis what an amazing storyteller you are. A chilling read but I did ask for emotion right? Congrats on a top 2nd place win! Curtis Moorman November 3, 2019 at 7:48 PM Thanks, John, for the compliments and the great 2nd place win. I appreciate the 'imagery' of your comments.

Lionel Derbyshire October 23, 2019 at 1:50 PM A riveting read which stop intentions in it's tracks ..it will go along way in its teaching to end this unforgiving scurge. Lessons are learnt here.

Silent One October 23, 2019 at 11:50 AM Great story telling here... i guess its too late to save ones soul when a crime is committed.. John Hamilton October 23, 2019 at 3:30 PM Never too late if one truly repents! Curtis Moorman October 23, 2019 at 12:16 PM Thanks, S O! It's never too late to save ones soul. Yet, if my story were true -- and, in essence, I suppose it is even though I made this one up just to enter in the contest. The words John asked us to use just sent my thoughts in the direction I wrote the poem. Gory comes to mind! Thanks for the comment, your encouragement, and most of all, for your invaluable friendship!

Arturo Michael October 23, 2019 at 9:52 AM Good Luck to him...I enjoyed how you WEAVED your Poem... Curtis Moorman October 23, 2019 at 12:17 PM Thanks, so much. Good to hear from you, my friend.