Stagnant

Wash away this desolation with rains of blitheness for I seek solace with labored breath.

 

Torn from a womb of heartless pandemonium with stifling odds against me I survived.

 

Animated…

Without passion…

Without direction…

Alive…

 

I’m bemused by stagnant blood, clotted and odious.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

this is genius. the whole of the write is very cleverly worded but the third stanza rocks, and the last two lines cinch it...pure platinum!

[Dream Weaver]

Thank you kindly Quinfinn, sometimes I write s**t... that far beyond driven.. :)