Anger is the fallen body

Number 9 in Set up for a Series. The point of this poem was to try to emulate Poe and do a Gothic romantic form of poetry.

The lump in the corner, a shadow never to move again.

Cloths soaked in the crimson red.

Gashes deep within the flesh, so deep the bone bears.

To think life was such a short time before.

That a single breath could be the last.

An instant in death when life felt eternal.

Hatred masked as friendship.

 

Forced to repeat the event for the remainder of life.

 

A dark lump in the corner.

Shadow from a friend of former.

Blood soaked shirt, gashes in skin.

Bone shown through, death of kin.

A single breath was the last, a corpse which only grows colder.

 

The scene cycles again and again. Cursed with the regret for the remainder of a life undeserved.

 

Anger transmitted to a gory heap.

Life that seemed it would go on forever now a thought too steep.

A heated exchange of words.

Lead to an allusion of floor boards.

A ticking clock that weeps of a heart beat that brings insanity.

A relationship so deep that now ends in a crimson sleep.