Spookland

In a horrifying world,

where up is down,

red is agony,

and trust is nonexistent

live the worst of monsters.

 

The dwellers in Spookland

are creatures with "flexible" morals;

anything goes,

if it serves their purposes.

With no black and white,

right and wrong forever shift;

betrayal is a way of life.

 

These dreadful beasts

think nothing,

of destroying your life

for no real reason;

you have no value to them.

 

Fiends with no honor,

their word is valueless.

You would be a fool to trust them.

For the "crime" of trust,

you could live in a cage

for the rest of forever,

in a land you never knew.

 

Spookland

is a monsterous place.

 

Stay far, far away.

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

As an allegory on the world we live in this one is wonderful...I loved the way you juxtaposed right and wrong, evil and good, false and truth...again the poem is in free verse but has an inherent rhyme and rhythm of its own...