Frustration

July 11, 2015 - Poetry

Cold as ice and bound for hell
the dogs pounded a thrashing knell
of death beyond the moonlight clean,
while I with mine began to scream.
The fate of men wrought clear with blood
came howling down like devil’s love
to drown the hopes and mysteries
bound within my poetry.

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