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Guile Entity

Posit the guile entity
The lost, enters without warning
Mostly death, but severed hearts
Also are placed within its hands
A signifier of painful art
Worshipped by the insane
But longed for by the lonely
And lost, who enter knowingly
  This being bends, and breaks
The bones of the weary
And lowers the esteem
Of all those that are still lost
And which have given up hope
Those that bring in the pain as if
This is their world now
  He kills the lost
Like it is nothing but sacrifices
To him and his flawless bones
He likes to play with the souls
As if they are a toy
To squeeze and to pierce
Blood escapes their pulsating hearts
The lonely believe they are supposed
To be there, and experience this pain
That the world must crumble
Just like what he does with his hands
Once within his sights
There is no escape
Pain is a mainstay, until death
Comes and take you away…

Russell Sivey
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Robinson Jr. Avatar
October 14, 2017 at 5:08 AM
Very dark poem w/Gothic sharp edges, Russell. A brilliant write that plumbs the depth of hopelessness. The portal of pain is abandoned hope's domain. Your pen is dipped in bright gold w/dark silver streaks of truth essential. I admire your courageous foray into matters a lot of poets/poetesses shy away from. Your adept pen voice speaks w/authority and authenticity. A kryptonite write. Supernova burst of creativity. Pure poetry, my friend. Love and more love always.
Vaso Avatar
October 13, 2017 at 10:12 PM
You jumped over to the dark side, what a dark write, I like this kind of poetry!
Cresswell Avatar
October 13, 2017 at 11:55 AM
This is very dark and hopeless in feeling.
Pandit Avatar
October 13, 2017 at 8:30 AM
Very sad depiction of reality--this poem speaks to pain and death--I see your point, Russell!
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