Pale Horse; Black Dog

Stomped on the spine

trapped beneath a black boot

Can you hear the angels singing?

Gabriel's trumpet? Well I've

developed a messiah complex  

and a wrath to match 

I've ingested belladonna to try and purify 

myself but 

sometimes

suffering is just suffering; 

it serves no higher purpose

Reviews

[Inda]

I love the ending and the overall tone of this one, keep them coming!

[Emily]

I love the wording!
Keep it up!!

[NotAboutMe]

I like your writing, you say quite a bit with very few words. Nice Work.

[costa siwale]

Intricately compelling. . well written friend

[Darkswing]

It's a very interesting poem. Keep up the good work.

[PhoenixDown]

Suffering can be given. It can be shot like a gun. Intentional, as well as accidental (seeming pointless, unnecessary). & it is I suppose (Unnecessary, that is). It is a byproduct I suppose. A wound or perhaps the bullet itself. We wield such mighty tools, as does nature.

Love this write. The title as well.

Stimulating read,
Phoenix