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She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

Stir-fried, blackened hand that stole many hearts
well-done, the fleshy flesh that tastes so good.
Like a fleeing animal that jumps and darts
love and live forever if only she could.

In fright, scared of stiff, boring boredom
a queen fluffing up for the next throne.
Her smile could win any kingdom
Her cuts gash so deep--down into bone.

She gazes back at her path of destruction
another heart in her black crushing hand.
Misery, depression, pain- her sweet elation
clawed feet in the pit of hell, there she stands.

Let the dead now hear, her anguishing cries
as bolted justice now descends from clear skies.

R.J. Lindley,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 6/19/2016 7:59:00 PM
When I think of you I think of the King of Sonnets! Another beautiful poem!
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Date: 6/13/2016 11:59:00 PM
A deep and dark sonnet from the past, Robert. Very well written, as is all your poetry from the seventies. I enjoyed reading this - #7. T.J
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Date: 6/13/2016 7:20:00 PM
WoW! There is a hidden message here my friend. Nicely done. God Bless, JB
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Date: 6/13/2016 12:48:00 PM
enjoyed this sonnet filled with imagery and mysticism, robert.. you are a bard!..huggs
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Date: 6/11/2016 3:30:00 PM
Whew! Look out Loretta. Well done Robert...
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