The Three Beggars

This is a fairly graphic poem. It was inspired by the movie, "Antichrist," which is a pretty crazy movie. I thought it was impressive, but brutally graphic; much more so than this poem.

Oh, Grief,
The mournful mind did weep,
And restless souls, cages did keep,
The mind: a trap; the soul: a fort,
Reality, thoughts do distort,
The weeping doe, the unborn fawn,
Grief cries until the break of dawn,
Till run away, deny the pain,
The unborn falls from broken pane.

Oh, Pain,
Self-inflicting does kill,
This mess, this wound, grows deeper still,
For night and day and night again,
Sunken away, the fox named Pain,
Devouring itself, its flesh,
Blood drips and organs hang out, fresh,
Pain rumbles through the brush nearby,
"Chaos reigns!" in last breath, did cry.

Despair,
The fright of being found,
Of being killed, of being bound,
Beneath the earth, clipped wings can't fly,
And soon, you'll learn, it cannot die,
You bash it once, it twice, it thrice,
It crows, it cries, the Antichrist,
Fore all the witches come in mass,
To cure what's pure, commit to grass.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Since I don't know the movie "Antichrist", I have a pretty limited context of this poem. I just see it like a suspense movie where grief, pain and despair never seemed out of place. You sure did a good job in keeping up a dark and steady atmosphere.

Keep Writing. ^___^