I. Wasteland

I. Wasteland

A Chapter by TheJordBaker
"

Part One of the Tears From Abaddon series.

"

I can hear whispers in the wind.
Indistinct mumbles in the breeze.
As they remind me of my sins
there’s torture in the haunter’s screams.
I can see strangers in the night
moving wickedly with the cold.
Shadows flickering into sight;
how do they see inside my soul?


The eyes chill and pierce my own
but only for a short moment
for their glances appear and go.
Aptly spectral days are broken
as the vigorous ones before them.
Clicking of carnal tongues on lips
as the acquisition draws in
and my arms are solidly gripped.


The claws! The tearing from the claws
from shoulder bone to carpal bone
they slaughter flesh, rip it and chaw.
I beg of them to leave me alone.
Painful pleas, desperate entreat
for pity and freedom, ‘Be gone!’
Snickers, titters around my feet,
‘You are coming to Abaddon’.


I see the light, I see the beasts
with clarity for the first time,
rotting rind of one long deceased
with pleasure in the empty eyes.
As the light goes on for a while
blood patters down from un-dead teeth
which they show me with vulgar smiles.
Then we arrive in limbo heath.


Wasteland, lean world I did not know
they leave me bleeding on the floor
in its vast and empty space below
Earth somewhere, maybe vile or pure
of which I’m not yet sure but then
dust begins to rise and cracks
spread and I tumble once again
and then everything goes black. 



© 2013 TheJordBaker


My Review

Would you like to review this Chapter?
Login | Register




Reviews

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
Mia
Very eerie write JB, I really enjoyed it, it’s different…which is good…spices things up. Reading the first two stanza’s I thought maybe it was internal torture…for whatever reason the narrator had done something that left him completely guilt stricken and his mind thought it appropriate to punish itself. But then the last three stanzas’s moved me towards seeing it all literally. As if it were a supernatural story.
What I love is that, even though it’s a little out of my comfort zone…the way you’re written it, your style, made me comfortable here. You have a way of putting things that even the bizarre is beautiful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


TheJordBaker

11 Years Ago

thanks again Mia, your words have cheered me up today :)

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

224 Views
1 Review
Added on February 17, 2013
Last Updated on February 18, 2013
Tags: wasteland, tears from abaddon, tears, abaddon, death, life, beast, claws, limbo, poetry, poem


Author

TheJordBaker
TheJordBaker

Washington, United Kingdom



About
I'm Jordan and I've been away for a while, but I'm trying to refind my voice and work towards a couple of projects. In my late teens/early twenties I released two poetry collections which are avail.. more..

Writing
X X

A Poem by TheJordBaker