Cathartic DisposéA Poem by Riley Bray~~~They hang on the walls, Splattered in kaleidoscopic colors, Arranged in sharp strokes, Strung by thick ropes, A cathartic disposé Of human suffering. They stand between pillars, Solid, sharp and brooding, A dead being's form, Over the ages, the metal worn, A cathartic disposé Carved from an era passed. In glass cases they sit, Corpses trapped in a passed moment, Suspended in their foreign days, Now semi-eternally displayed, A cathartic disposé Of a creature caught in time. So let's tear ourselves apart, let the paint cake with our blood Hang from the walls, Sit beside the stone men, Be encased in here with the rest of them, May as well join the freak show, I say, May as well be part of their cathartic disposé. © 2014 Riley BrayAuthor's Note
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Added on March 19, 2014Last Updated on March 21, 2014 AuthorRiley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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