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Prowler


bitter meets br
eaking point at a
serrated, jutting edge
(a poison dagger-
sanity ensues)

injured feral soul
will bite if you should try
to nurse it back to health
(so let it be-
or let yourself be used)

rabid thanks life
for the froth upon its jaw
when confronted by truth
(madness preferable-
but sane just got loose)






Poetry by StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-01 at 02:32

Tags Sanity  Insanity  Weird 

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I like a poem with teeth. Grrr. I like the first line leading to the second, cool.
2013-05-01



Oh my goodness, I love those final two lines. If I'd written them, I'd finally have something to put at the bottom of my page!!! :P *applauds*
2013-05-01


Rob Graber
Enigmatic, vaguely frightening, strongly penned; the guiding image is carried through effectively.
2013-05-01


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
This piece brings to mind a few questions.
Is StllHoppin' HoppinMad or HoppinSane.
No matter.
The answer is this HoppinGood poem/\รท
2013-05-01