Stain of death.


Death upon my soul,

the muted curdle of atrocities,

link upon link that chains me to

a society that refrains me.

It pains me,

the beating of your blackened heart,

each breath you take is a stolen

beat from the life of another,

a child,

a mother,

even a brother.

You are the stain of death left behind

long after life has drained between the

cracks of enormity, a universal deformity.

Does your heart feel?

Can you comprehend a world outside

of your mottled body?

Or are you simply a puppeteers parody

lost in greys of melancholy

an ancient whisper of tainted folly.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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