Get Your Premium Membership

Urge To Kill

He had an urge to kill, an evil need nurtured by violent movies, video games and predecessors in the evening news. His desire gained power with meditation and mental rehearsals. He couldn't remember which day he concluded he was defective, But he knew the destination of the dark path he trod alone, glimpsing strangers from a distance, knowing what he was about to do. The knives seemed less removed, more intimate, where the reward of frothing blood, would exceed the thrill of their death. After four innocent bodies succumbed to his rage, and a bullet brought him down, someone suggested banning knives.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs