Tag: truth in poetry

Herd Mentality

Chose your victim
get ready for the kill
neatly packed together
we rush and snap at will.
No rhyme to our reason
displeasure is well seasoned
with the thrill...
Let's chase this sinner
stone him to death
then sweep our dirty linens
under our beds
to rest.
Once the act is committed
you cannot go back
remember
loylaty to the pack.

Now I do to get along
sick promises sold
now seem so cold
dreams once fashioned
now seem so old
wearied
lacking compassion.
Now I must walk against the tide.

I stop and wait.
I must go back.

Emeth

Look how far you have fallen
no branches to break it
shifting sand
your anchor
lies your comforter.
Deep is the well
no grace 
no truth
down there.
Many say come
beckoning
hands outstretched
salvation sure,
until,
the great fall
without support
no anchor.
The masked
unmasked
reveals
death
trapped
beautified
by pilates with clean hands.