Word of the Day Challenge #50-Untitled Poem

Words

rip strips from souls

gathering in wounds

laced with cyanide

a killing strike

brings you to your knees

tears falling

no succor for the innocent.

Blindsided in the night

strength torn into naught

haunted by nightmares

vile anguish

how many more times will you pretend?

Cloudless sky

inky black no moon arises

taken with savage disregard

left a hollow shell

side of the road

rain falling down

what have they done?

Tides are turning

blood is coming

ruin not far behind

run through the terrors

duck behind depleted crosses

wolves baying

hunting those who striped from you…..

life

desire

trust

leaving behind a wraith of revenge.

Cruel they were

sadistic brethren

now ’tis they who face the scourge

whilst upon the sidelines

battered body

tattered face

you watch

a grim smile upon your lips.

©August 18/19

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