Sniglets to ponder

Were I to cry
A rain of tears
Would the
Ants of the world
Care?

Shepherds of words
Keepers of hope
Guardians of truth
Slayers of deceit
Poets them all

Screamed phrase
Stabbing Dark’s
Black underbelly
In defiance
At the Last

Hope
Truth
Kindness
Love
All Defeat
Evil


Sharp words
Preface
Long nights

Bitterness is always
Sweeter
Before it hits

I spit my last breath
To defy the
ordinary


YbNML ?

Hate is the embodiment
Of love broken
then perverted

In the dragon’s maw
I exist, to look back
At your burgeoning dismay
about to be devoured

Please take me
I can’t stand waiting
For your abuse any more

Sharp pain, muted cry
Innocence lost
Birth of desire
Furnaced forever
Along synapse on fire

Pregnant pauses
Deliver stillborn thoughts
In the dead of night

In the Gap of Prose
There be one defiant dragon poet left
Slay me not with milque toast words