Kennedy Elizabeth Poet Prose Poetry

Jack

Filled with spite
He hides from the light
Ready to rip - Ready to tear
Merciless, without a care
Prowling the streets like a pro
He knows just where to go
To find his next victim
Wait for the dark lined eyes to dim
Shell of another thrown to the ditch
Never enough to scratch the itch
Burning inside his mind is a flame
No amount of death will tame
Cycle of death and pain
On his hands the permanent stain
Dripping red
He will not stop until he is dead
Filling the streets with blood and gore
Until he becomes naught but lore

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Karen Deeks February 3, 2012 at 7:26 AM Hello Elizabeth, this is a good poem with vivid description and imagination. I love the connection ( i think to Jack the Ripper) My favourite line is shell of another victim. I hope you dont mind me saying and it is just my opinion. I think if you dropped a couple of the small connecter words.. ie line 2 the, it will intensify the mood, to me. Just a suggestion and i am not saying I'm right. Thank you Karen Karen Deeks February 3, 2012 at 8:01 AM hello Elizabeth and thanks for replying...Im glad you was ok with my comments. I know how hard habits can be to drop ... thanks and have a good day Kennedy Elizabeth February 3, 2012 at 7:31 AM it is totally a reference to jack the ripper! thank you for catching that :) one of my creative writing teachers used to tell me the same thing about dropping connecter words, haha. it's just so hard for me to do, because i originally wrote short stories, so im not good at cutting words