by Sheryl Joy P. Olaño
Peace…now flickers
Almost an exile
As a ruthless blare
Of spectrum red blinds me
My blood
Stirs restless,
A sea of wailing hunger,
Pulsing hate
I'm nearly stripped of reason
Gentleness is mauled
Stuffed with heaps of
Unshed, hardened tears
Words now come, cropped and quick
Sharp as knife glimmering cold
In smooth threat of
Steel and stealth
Lava surfaces on my brim
I can no longer fight it.
2 comments:
Sheryl:
This is a very powerful poem and would lend itself well to a vocal rendition. I hope that when you read it aloud that you will embody the reasons projected by the poem in a passionate manner. This is a poem that might be very interesting for a group of adolescents to read together.
:)Kurt Kristensen
PoetSpeak Editor
Sheryl:
Please email me at editor@poetspeak.com
:)Kurt Kristensen
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