This is actually one of my first bloodlust poems. Written in 2008. It's a little different but it was the beginning of the series so I decided to put it in the book as installment one. Thanks everyone for reading..xx
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Oh, that picture is so terrible. It makes me shudder. :) I disagree with Kittie on the lack of emotion. I think it fits the poem. It's bleak, narrated by someone who has given up. It casts a black cloud over the reader as it is read. I really liked the blunt, resigned tone. The only thing that struck me as strange was that the ending stanza rhymed, while the rest of the poem was very free. I mean, the rhymes worked really well, but I wasn't expecting the change. This could apply to any time and many situations, yet it's easy to see how it works with what's happening in today's world. It made me stop and think.
This reality for some people must be so agonizing... This is such a personal poem and it's very good. I really loved it. I especially liked these lines:
"treason is all around, angels are falling down
back to the pills, back to disaster"
This poem had very vivid imagery and it was a wonderful write.
nice Author's Note with Ecclesiastes :)
...love the first 2 lines...
and this line:
"preparing for an age of mourning "
enjoyed these lines as well towards the end:
"angels are falling down
back to the pills, back to the disaster "
love the picture, and how you used the title in the poem at the end :D
really great write
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..