Poems and Short Stories

Start of The End

Where's the start of the end?

Apocalyptic and barren wasteland

There are names being whispered

Faintly, a broken reminisce

A wandering soul

In the cold desert of rain and storm

Blindly follow, scratchy throat, painful swallow

Lead, and bleed

From every pore

And yet, their god still demands more

   Victimizing, deadly cunning   

 Criticize me

Violation, damnation

Soundly rings out