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Watery Grave

I sparkle and burst into flame. The winds leave no mark of my ashes to claim. While losing the linchpin of my body, resulting in vaporization, disarray engulfs my land until I’m decomposed from composition. I should be unborn. This world fills me with remorse. Corpses over corpses honor the dead’s tears at the tomb with no guide in which I reside. Dishonor leads me lost and astray, and this world is a wasteland— a watery death of disarray.

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Casarah Nance

Date: 9/14/2015 8:22:00 AM

Very interesting descriptions, The first stanza really captured my attention....Grats on this write being featured on the homepage this week.

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 8/15/2015 1:04:00 PM

Christopher - where to start.... this is awesome... very appealing, dark poetry. I am particularly intrigued with the second stanza..."disarray engulfs my land until I’m decomposed from composition. I should be unborn."...the word play is smart. Such a creative piece! The beginning lines are also interesting as well... Always, Laura

Christopher Leonidas

Date: 8/15/2015 9:30:00 AM

Thank you very much Janet. :)

Janet Lorenzo

Date: 8/14/2015 12:02:00 PM

wow - powerful and nice flow