Bubonic Sound

Bubonic Sound

A Poem by Karleem Johnson
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One of my surrealistic poems

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From tattered edges

of a mind unbound,

comes a vernacular plague,

of deathly napalmic sound.

It spreads like wildfire,

it's hunger knows no

bounds.

Taking music and color

with it,

leaving not an ounce,

and all those who hear it,

are reduced to violent

nothings,

bleeding black tears

on the ground.

© 2013 Karleem Johnson


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Added on November 16, 2013
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Author

Karleem Johnson
Karleem Johnson

Grand Rapids, MI



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I'm a young aspiring author (as i'm sure lots of other people on this page are) who is just trying to make it. My goal is to finish a novel and have it published, i also want to create video games and.. more..

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