Impact

Enjoy...

 

I danced, the men in great coats push me inside

a chamber, blackness, it corrupts me.

The roar, it deafens, men cringe at my sound,

I'm flying, the earth so tiny, so worthless,

the whining, I'm crying, my only job in life

is death, destruction, seeing my path

before me, they look up, eyes wide fear

it never hides, it grows on me, I corrode thee

into the dirt I make my burial mound

they follow suit when I fall to the ground.

Author's Note

It's actually about an artillery shell. But, eh.

Reviews

[Sseoni]

Wow. Cool poem! I really liked it! The details and descriptions were awesome! :D

[Simone]

Nice poem ^_^ I liked it.

[Mandi]

this is a good poem!

[Rae]

Wow. This is a very great piece. I usually don't like poems but I really like yours. Keep up the writing. :D

[Ryan]

An artillary shell...sorry didn't get it haha. But, disregarding my stupidity, great poem, very dark and morbid, with a sense of mystery about it. Great word choice, and for some reason the flow is nice too. Overall, love it! Keep writing :D

[DaGirlNxtDoor]

wow rlly nice piece...i rlly liked it!

[D. Pesek]

pretty good, I like it.