Denique Spiritus
The decay of
imagination
and compassion.
What never
should have
been has become.
When the seed of love
is smothered by the
weeds of desperation
and the fires of Hell
scorch the withered
hearts of men...
Then you will understand
But it will be too late...
La Finita
A thoughtful piece, powerful and moving
A thoughtful piece, powerful and moving
Chaos1214
Uncompromising, as it should be. Think of it as a winnowing.
Uncompromising, as it should be. Think of it as a winnowing.
kath
A frighteningly good poem Patrick. While you can write like this I can't bring myself to believe all is lost. :) kath xxx
A frighteningly good poem Patrick. While you can write like this I can't bring myself to believe all is lost. :) kath xxx
Raj Arumugam
very strong and intense lines, Patrick...these lines have the power as of hands that grip the reader by the neck...
very strong and intense lines, Patrick...these lines have the power as of hands that grip the reader by the neck...
Sandra Martyres
A strong write Patrick...with a powerful message..well-written as usual
A strong write Patrick...with a powerful message..well-written as usual
Oh, but so beautifully poignant and hauntingly chilling! Awesome! Only, I personally cannot find one truly good use for imagination, hence methinks it a worthless or worse, damning capability, but mayhap I am wrong. Mayhap that is why all is so rotten, excellent! La, but you are too good. Impressive.