Mark R Slaughter


An act of poetry


Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry

A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art

Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation

Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:

The pen be our salvation.



Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Edited: Saturday, December 31, 2011

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