The Pillars Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

The Pit

An empty pit
filled
with fresh decay
grows inside me
and eats its way
through my stomach.





The Pillars

A white pillar
and a black pillar
sit side by side
at the gate
of the kingdom.





Persister

Stand up, be proud
demolish any doubt
crush demoralization.

Let your glory shine,
sweep away opposition,
destroy the evil
no power in the world
shall equal yours.





The Murderer

A jealous cockroach
lurking in the shadows
squirming with the desire
to obtain power,
exact revenge,
relieve tension,
express hatred.

A gleaming blade,
a squeal,

then silence.