Unfortunate SoulsA Poem by poeticsafariEveryone gets to that point where they question their own sanity, this is mineConsumed with hatred deeper than the bowels of hell I trek on waiting and watching for one poor soul that dares to cross my infernal wake. Silence is key as it devours most of my hostile nature. Speak to no one do not let a smile cross your path. For what’s inside can never be unleashed or let the earth shake with fear, let the mortal souls tremble and let the wraith be ignited erupting the earth into a fiery blaze the likes of an exploding sun far from the never land region. Contempt and rage is still was presides and may lay dominant until that day shall come alive. Dragging humanity down to an abrupt halt with the last poor soul for my rage alone. For the one there will be no mercy, compassion, or forgiveness only the complete and utter destruction of everything he had come to love in this blazing world we call hell. © 2013 poeticsafariReviews
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StatsAuthorpoeticsafarinokomis, FLAbouti am an amateur poetry writer/story writer trying to spread poetry to the world hoping to inspire others more..Writing
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