Down home Dialect: Screams and echoes of rabid men and dogs
The pounding of running feet - In Eclipse
ears pricked up listening for them dogs and the pound of de horse's feet
cringing crying as i run where you did run all them years ago
lord de scars on my back they bleed red blood dripping on de ground
inside me de scars on my heart they bleed like molten lava from ETNA
panic it set in as they get even closer, de sounds of rabid men and dogs
superimposed 'pon my soul are the thoughts of my pursuers...murder
echoes lost to time eclipsed by de sounds of de so called modern yet same
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By Oneg In The Arctic5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Wonderful poem, thank you for sharing
Wow, this is very dramatic poem. You captured the moody essence. 
Incredible acrostic!! This felt deep and twisted! Love it Novel! 💌
Whoaaa, so dark, intense and poignant! Freaking loved it!