Twisted
a poem by Anne G
@TheInkTruth
Twisted and gnarled
trunk deformed
stooped and bent
the walking dead
Lifeless eyes
heart of stone
motionless mouth
limbs inert
Twisted and gnarled
devoid of love
entombed in itself
pulseless and cold
pariah of men
agent of death
reaper of hate
robber of souls
Twisted and gnarled
creature of flesh
selfish
uncaring
underserving
of space
man without conscience
purveyor of doom
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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