Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Beacon or Black Hole
©Sept. 8th 2021, Olan L. Smith
Who's sniffing around my façade,
Seeking out the cracks, gaining access
By penetrating my exterior, corroding my shell.
Is it you God, or is it you, Satan? Beware,
Least I bash you for your trespasses on my sod.
You have many openings to gain entry into my inner
Kingdom, or are you already within trying to find
A way out, making me a beacon instead of a
Black hole sucking out all the light of the universe.
You can see me, you are right in my face, dangling
A carrot, urging me forward into the mysterious,
One step at a time, mush! I feel the tug on my collar,
The yank of the chain wrapped about my scrotum,
And a final push, as desire nears Death.
YOU ARE READING
Write Upon My Stone
Poetry"Write Upon My Stone" has turned into a collection of my poems about death, and other of my poems with dark themes. I will be adding to this collection with both new and older poems with those themes. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith (aka...
