The leech

The leech

Hiding beneath the murk and grime 

Lurking with a quirk of mirth

Among the children

Young and spry

Poising to pounce 

Upon the juvenile

Bearing his poisoned pincers

To pierce the good with pestilence 

This parasitic predator 

Slowly sucking sugar-sweet blood

Spawning the sinister souls

That span the earth

With every birth

The risk of vice

From the paltriest priest

Pandering potential 

The swine that is

The leech.

Author's Note

Take this however you want--this is mostly an experiment. therefor i want your opinions!! please review for me, thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Something dark and diseased lurking in the cesspools of the world waiting for their chance to infect anything and anyone that they can. Very well written poem, outstanding detail. A poem that each reader can find their own meaning in.

[Mark D]

Really good and enjoyable. Suppose you can read this in many ways but I read it as being about a person

[Voncloud]

The level of detail is phenomenal, as someone reads through each line in your poem they're automatically driven into reading the next. i like it.

[Lyfelucke]

This is pretty cool. Sounds like you got passionately mad at leeches for getting on you. Which if I found a leech on me, this is exactly how I would feel about it.