tyrannized ghosts

oppression, chained voices that want to speak but not allowed to......

Anarchy hurled in the anchored roots

Cracking the pavement of sagacity

 The broken porcelain vases got tossed around

 And the pens of reciting had dried up

Leaving priceless words behind the manacle rods

Roaring with pitched voices

 that reached everyplace 

and no place had opened his ears to hearken

Sad veins clogged its passages

 and mourn the seconds of breathing

Remorse had built the fateful spear

 and torn the membranes of desire

Reviews

[Mike Emil]

mike emil approves of tyranny
the best thing to think about
when reading greek history
HAI!!!

[MsJewel]

Very powerful words. Your talent shines in this outstanding poem!

:) Julie

[Latifa]

thank you darlin for your encouraging review

[wordman]

well it is certainly creative

[Leslie Philibert]

What I like here is the creative use of language..

[Latifa]

thank you for the read

[Laminators Dubai]

That was moving my friend...amazed.

[Latifa]

thank you Glitch

[Pryde Foltz]

You have no idea how lucky I feel to be able to live in a world where I may speak my mind. Fantastic write.

[Latifa]

thank you great poet for the review

[Angel]

Fantastic...
I feel a desperate need to breathe...

[Latifa]

thank you for taking the time and reading it

[Baby Ricochet]

Good rant. Keep up the good works

[Latifa]

thank you for the read

[Ruth]

This is so powerful in it's intent and also it's deliverance! Just stunning hon...I needed to breathe after this lol x

[Latifa]

thank you for the review hon