HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD.


ULTIMATUM

O!

You so easily bought, mightless and tarned,
trapped scabby with the loss of lust caught,
fully emptied of rights: Necessarily trashed!

You…

You! Forgotten remaining in a worn and fouled
You! Eyetiredly drowned in permanent quicksand
You tracelessly left to become helpless,
you filthy weak and meek, listen up a while!

Long enough has wished for been searched down in unwanted
while all illusions are being emptied of gladness
where false found thought-worthy qualm unthought thought
and exertedly spill its power on the pitiful needs

Only misanthropists can love what our world has become
while deprived and crushed promises been mortarized
for the weed itself has scuffled in thirst after our blood,
around, and down, at the poisoned well’s places

And few wish little more than to qualify as wretch…

It is me anyway so bitingly bitter to break
with ripped apart society’s broken
where the crippled and dizzy demand Life to crippled be

Hardly.




Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-24 at 02:28

Tags Enough  Misantrophy  Life 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
That 4th stanza is special, sheeeet.

And this is such a cold line:

“ Only misanthropists can love what our world has become”
2023-10-24