Words in Idyllic Foolishness

A certain kindness of death for all the scoundrels.

Beyond the pen he felt motionless. 

His stirrings came from nowhere, perhaps they were deeply embedded 

In some dark area of the psyche, perhaps not. 

His emotions rallied around torturous moments 

Where pain and suffering scoured the Earth.

He wanted to write it all away though a poem, 

A poem of remarkable beauty, 

That would cause the worst of all scoundrels to melt away in tears.

Reviews

[Ma'at]

i love the word choice and imagery in your piece. it so sadly true and has an amazing story to tell hidden within the words, i really liked it