Razor's Quay

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about how corrupt society has become.

Brusquely from a corner reality strikes

Gnawing a cavernous hole deep into

Our sacred nebulas of taintless sanctity

Silently a stream of tears cascade

Straight down the trestle of our noses

Plummeting upon the quay of sorrow

Not shedding a single ounce of mercy

We were never ready for the cataclysm

For fear consumed us within its deathly clasp

Evoking a raging war of impending doom

There has always been a thin line drawn

Between the dawning rancor of reality

And the cruel hands of humane society

Day by day the razor's edge of death

Slices directly to the core of our veins

Leaving the blood to bathe the streets

Of blatant necrophilia and ruthless carnage

Submitted: June 14, 2011

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Thomas Mind

Robert Frost would be proud :)

Wed, June 15th, 2011 12:01pm


Thank you that is an honor coming from you Thomas. :)

Wed, June 15th, 2011 5:04am

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