A Sting In The TaleA Poem by Miss IscariotSlipping, slippage, silver slipper, Show me the marks of those that whipped her. I’ve found the darkness, I’ve found the beast, That slumbering giant, My mind the feast. A children’s rhyme For reaping time, A silly little mime, My dear, I’m fine. And when I cut and scratch and bite, These thoughts get jumbled, mumbled, oh so trite. We try and we try to stay in one piece, While stumbling, tumbling, crack and crease. You picked me up and held me, Begged me not to dart, And how did I repay you? A jagged barb through the heart. And now as you lay dying, you question why, My love, you knew I was poison Yet you still walked by. © 2011 Miss IscariotAuthor's Note
|
Stats
105 Views
Added on September 5, 2011 Last Updated on September 5, 2011 AuthorMiss IscariotTaranaki, New ZealandAboutElin LaVeyan Satanist Written for yonks I don't write for other peoples sake I write for personal therapy. If you don't understand my writing don't expect me to change it, change your viewpoint... more..Writing
|