Twisted by Anne G at Spillwords.com

Twisted

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

Anne G

Anne G

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
Anne G

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