Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Catatonia - - A (horrific) Poem

gaunt

sunken eyes

cheekbones protruding beneath taut skin

the man twisted around

taking note of the rising sun

colors intertwined above

creating hints of deep red 

submerged by usual oranges and pinks

the lake still

fully hushed

water engulfing the scene

he took a knee

listening

the waking sun whispering his next move

his eyes wandered to the ground

his once clear mind now in a haze

with the trance now broken

he stepped over the body

and grasped the shovel


© 2013 Pamela Gold



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