Morgan Siegel

Rookie - 69 Points [Wraith] (27/06/1996 / New Zealand)

Morgan Siegel Poems

1. Retractable Lies Pt. I 9/14/2013
2. I Am Sorry 9/18/2013
3. Path Of Ruin 9/20/2013
4. Tears For Us All 9/21/2013
5. Road Of Broken Memories 9/22/2013
6. Tomorrow Cannot Come Sooner 9/22/2013
7. Claws, Teeth & Blood 9/23/2013
8. March Of The Damned 9/23/2013
9. Extinguished 9/23/2013
10. Love, Regret, & Resolution 9/24/2013
11. Stand At The Edge 9/24/2013
12. The End Of The Barrel 9/25/2013
13. As Long As It Takes 9/25/2013
14. An Occulted Flux 9/25/2013
15. The Cold Black 9/29/2013
16. You Will Not See Me Pt. I 10/3/2013
17. You Will Not See Me Pt. Ii 10/5/2013
18. Silver... Red... And Apology 10/7/2013
19. Vindicated Light 10/11/2013
20. Tears From Weeping Above 10/29/2013
21. For Everyone Alike 11/8/2013
22. Invisible Tears Pt. I 11/28/2013
23. Invisible Tears Pt. Ii 11/28/2013
24. Milestones Pt. I 11/30/2013
25. Milestones Pt. Ii 11/30/2013
26. Where Am I? 12/28/2013
27. -untitled- (1) 1/22/2014
28. Who Am I? 3/6/2014
29. The Shadow Of Death 3/24/2014
30. Falling Down The Rabbit-Hole 3/31/2014
31. Screaming Laments 3/31/2014
32. Depth Of The Horror 4/10/2014
33. What A Day 4/10/2014
34. Fallen 4/14/2014
35. Knife 4/15/2014
36. Stone Sentinels 4/15/2014
37. Death's Lament 5/20/2014
38. Laying Alone 5/20/2014
39. Our Masks 5/20/2014
40. Alone And Broken 5/20/2014
Best Poem of Morgan Siegel

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!
The is no one around.

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Uncertainty

When I saw you...
Looking into your green lifeless eyes.
My heart broke into forever...

I fell all alone, into the darkest plain.
Alone I have been, do not save me.
Seven I have tried...
Three of the wrist, four to the heart...

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