Like a knife in sheep's clothing
My pain found pleasure in my sorrow
I crave the taste of revenge
As blood drips
From the tip of that knife
I thought the warm steel
Had been submerged
In thy enemy's flesh and slightly
Chipped away at bone
I licked off my successes
And tasted my own ignorance
Like a fool,
In heat
©2013 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
5 comments:
Speechless. Man, you killed it with this one. Outstanding!
bam. hard hitting brother....licking the success and tasting your own ignorance...strong line...and it begets more and more violence...
I licked off my successes
And tasted my own ignorance ...great line and brilliant write.
Licked off my success...
wow!!! this poem of your hit me right in the heart.
You are a brilliant! poet my friend...I'm so happy you wrote this magnificent poem!
Your my hero...thank you.
Holy cow, that makes one think!! Knives, blood, enemies. And a lesson to be pondered.
What imagery! Will stay with me, Anthony. Chills...
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