Sticks

stevietrix By stevietrix, 5th Aug 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Quite an amount of images have been crossing my mind lately. Whereas I've been trying to put together words to let alone make a poem in the midst of a writer's block. In which I may start something, but the images go dead midway through. I personally liked writing this one. Even though it took me about a week to figure out. Comments are open.

Sticks

Sticks

This
Runs
Along
The lines
Of an Exorcism
Gone Wrong.

Satan is Here
He is Every Where
And this is merely
A Conveying.

Pipes
That Rattle
And Slam Together
In the High Blackness
Of the Ceiling
Tell of a Coded
Mayday
That Everyone
Knows
But don’t
Remember
Its Purpose.

Conducting Attention
Whenever
They Sound Off
And Echo About.

It is all Normal
Down Here
As Candles are around
With the Burning
Of Incense
Giving the sense
Of being in
For Sunday Mass.

But there isn’t
A Sunday
Nor a Friday
Just A Dark Day
For there is
No Sunlight
Other than the Light
From the Candles.

Shadows
Twist
Turn
And Form
Into Demented Shapes
That Very Few
Can Even
Grasp
The Horror
And Darkness
That they Mean.

For No One
Practiced This
Except for Few
For were Sick
Enough
To try it.

These Shadows
Are Humans.

People
Who Made
Their Deals.

So
Their Bodies
Twist
Turn
And Form.

They Bend
All the Way
Backwards
But don’t Break.

They Bend
Like Sticks
For all of Eternity.

They Extend Themselves
To Inhumane Lengths
As their Bones
Snap back
Into place
Giving a Horrid Thought
To a Horrid Sound.

As the Devil Watches
On his Dark Throne.

Making sure
That Everyone
Is Paying their Do
And No One
Slips from it.

And The Candles
Tell of their Story
Except it Feels
Of a Torturous Reminder
Of their Deeds
Of Which
They Never
Burn
Out.

The Pipes
Rattle and Slam Together
Coding a Word
Of Mayday
To all those who hear.

But those who hear
Know that they’re
Already Doomed.

After All
Everyone Knows the Sound
But No One Remembers
Its Purpose.

Their Bones
Are like Sticks
Apply Pressure
And they Break
Put them in Fire
And they Burn.

And the Devil
Watches Over.

At Least
Everyone Knows
What this Place is.

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Black, Bones, Candles, Dark Poetry, Darkness, Devil, Hell, Imagery, Pipes, Poetry, Satan, Shadows, Sticks

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