Morgan Siegel Poems
The Plague Doctor
Out in night, counting out the mites.
Lingers the dead-corrupt doctor.
Traveller and a traitor.
Hunter and a curer.
Stalker and a gawker.
feared by all.
People run and they cower.
Fear of the Plague Doctor.
They do not stay to wonder.
A poke to diagnose.
A prick to end the pain.
A flame to get rid of the remains.
Run, run from the doctor.
Pockets full of poison.
Drop dead! Drop dead!
There is no one left around.
Path Of Ruin
You buried all your secrets behind veiled light.
You forsook my fallen heart for your own darkened pride.
You came away, holding my own broken soul.
I fell apart into ash, you left me alone to writhe...
I screamed out in horror, as to why you left.
My showering rage, is festering away inside...
You no longer care anymore, you wish me dead.