surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Kicking through a door
You are breathing slow as the night hides the damage of the damned. I slit the throat of a lion and awakened the den. I will not stop. No I am past that. A wolf who once was only a runt as lost his way in the violence of evil men. The flames of my fire will guide you home I promise. This display of loyalty is soaked in blood and hate. A series of lessons that caused me to build a forge. In this I found the war king begging for mercy as the birth of a god crawled in my veins. I no longer watch the moon. I stare into hell and claim its soul. I pray you never remember my bones breaking them. Ripping them apart like a grenade. The shrapnel painted the walls. Just take my hand and leave this vile void behind.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Poets
