what I am

what I am

A Poem by Wicked Jester

The aborted fetus that refused to die

 

the absolute truth hidden within the lie

 

the rifle bullet that will penetrate

 

every ounce of love turned to hate

 

the taste of vomit that makes you shake

 

the sound of silence keeping you awake

 

all these things and many more

 

so much in your face it's impossible to ignore

© 2012 Wicked Jester


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews


Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

182 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on March 8, 2012
Last Updated on March 8, 2012

Author

Wicked Jester
Wicked Jester

parts unknown



About
I'm wicked and funny.... I write what I want, and I say what I want. I am not a pro at writing, I do it for fun. If you like what I write...thats sweet. If you don't thats alright too. more..

Writing