My enemy the mirror
I hate you
Look away
We both know I can’t stay
The demons glisten
In my eyes
Black as night
I can’t cry
Fire rages in my chest
Misery loves company
Be my guest
Unbridled violence
I want more
The government’s whore
I won’t rest
At my hand you will suffer
There is no buffer
I want to see
I hate you
As I hate me
My fists will break you
Covered in blood
I watch it splash
It’ll be over in a flash
It’s not enough
The devils swim
I have no fear
I am one of them
I will drag you down
Into my pit
I’ll watch you quiver
I don’t give a shit
I will drink your tears
I feed on your fears
I am the source
Of your suffering and mine
Unholy shrine
Call the priest
Ring the bell
He can’t save you
Join me in hell
About the Creator
John Cole
My name is John Cole. I am a husband, father of 4, and a combat veteran. I served eight years in the Army with two tours in Iraq. I also run my own website at 33poetry.com check it out!
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
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