Doom Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET
Doom
Rating: ★4.0
I crawl upon a wall that's spiced,
A beast of wanting, licking wounds,
A haunting thats never paradised,
A mispronunciation of my doom.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
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5/4/2024 7:09:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The line a beast of wanting, licking wounds...very strong imagery. The wounded animal is a very sad sight. I used to volunteer as a youth at an animal shelter...a wounded animal is at his most dangerous striken by fear and pain. Great poem :)