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Death by Ridicule

There's shotgun blasts tearing through my soul
Ripping out the heart and leaving a jagged, oozing hole
Riddle and rippled, jarred, roaring lightening blast
Firing through and through, hitting hard and racing fast.

Standing all alone facing the squad of certain death
Staring unblinded, breathing what is my last breath
Watching the Wicked snarl in vicious, gleeful grins
Laughing out loud as their voices fire and fire again.

Hanging, dangling by thoughts of what was meant to be
Swinging by the threads that once held pieces of me
Now look upon the shooters and see if you are there
I just don't have the time because--

 who would even care?

 

 

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2010-07-30 at 06:02

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Kshiti Dubey
I love the last line! The poem was very expressive and beautiful. You give me a lot to learn from, in terms of language and how to express myself.
2010-11-11


Phyllis J. Rhodes
so very real in feeling. the question is motive. did the demon in the corner of my hospital room that kept me turning to run to my daddy who could not help me because he was no longer in my world finally leave when i started calling out for Jesus after the demon said "You know who I am." ? was the motive from God to get my attention and priorities back on him or was it from Satan in an attempt to make a major power grab for my soul when he saw me in a weakened spiritual state. whoever began the thing, my attention was quickly fixed on God and a spiritual battle going in my family and my lack of preparedness. i believe the battle has begun and we cannot afford to guess whats right or wrong anymore. we don't have the time. we can't freelance. we have to adhere to THE PLAN. i have to elevate my spiritual life if i want to defend my children and granchildren.
2010-08-25


Damon
Excellently Written Piece my friend.

Damon
2010-08-10


shells
Brilliant, raw read Kathy, the first two lines of the final stanza are excellent.
2010-07-30


Rob Graber
Is not being mocked a premonition of death? Interesting text.
2010-07-30


sana
Very Expressive! I can feel it while reading every line of it.
2010-07-30


NicholasG
Elemental forces at work. In the end you prevail, realizing the detractors are without sunstance.
Good work Kathy.
2010-07-30