Mark R Slaughter


Punishment - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.

Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.

And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?

And will He care...?

'Tis down to Him.






Copyright Mark R Slaughter,2009
































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Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death


Comments about Punishment by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie - 387 Points Marie Shine (10/3/2009 1:27:00 PM)

    Well Mark, you've produced a wonderful poem in this well crafted poetic gem from your artistic pen! Well presented with a lovely smooth flow and filled with eerie imagery.The truth in every line. This poem has been well worth waiting for Mark and I look forward very much to seeing some more of your wonderful work, with the passing of time.THANK YOU for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 3, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 5, 2012


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