Malebolge

old friends and death

Memory grenade

like the mind waking upon the heart's stopping

the force of the fault in falling

A shame though-
all those casualties
never amounted to a revolution.

Would have been nice
to see old friends again
under the truce of our characters.

Grenade, and we died.

Mind Wakes
in Dante's hell where you found youself
digging through the excrement of our
tragic love lives to get away from me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the words "Memory grenade". Make the reader feel the exploding of memories and thoughts. Dante's Hell will be loaded with many of us. Easy to swim in greed and misery. I like the complete poem. I wanted to read more. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Poe Redd]

Thank you :) youre reviews always mean alot to me.