Romella Kitchens

Rookie - 160 Points (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

The Blood Test - Poem by Romella Kitchens

We pricked our hand and
feared the blood one day

The accidental of suffering
while all of the while

The stars are not stars
and the dark night canvas
is a simple black sheet

The evil in men sets
hungering and planning into
motion so early we can not
see it.
We must look for him -
even in the shadows he
creates.

They are not our shadows.

We must remember, not all
of the world’s shadows are
ours.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The shadow self and the enlightened nemesis thereof are predominant thematic matters in various poems I write.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 17, 2013


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