Thursday 4 November 2021

One Poem by John Patrick Robbins

 



Scorched Earth 

 

In shadows do lurk the memories as around the fire emits the spark into the night's sky.

 

As peace is in the power of understanding.

We each breathe our own truths.

Share moments until we share memories with pain.

 

Embrace those you hate, as easily as those you may love.

Enemies exist in battle never this plain of existence.

 

Hatred is a difficult fire to maintain and so is the burden of guilt.

 

Free yourself from these chains.

And live rather than exist.

 

Time is an ocean vast beyond our comprehension.

We are the living books, our minds pages many.

 

Written in blood forged within the fire.

Blood spells and black magic.

The lies are many for imagination is at its best, when allowed to run free.

 

A thirst for what is never ours shall never be quenched.

 

Wolves of that old path walk carelessly.

Broken dreams, shattered spine.

It's all a vision on the verge of a nightmare.

 

Bask in its moments before it's truly too late.




John Patrick Robbins, Is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review his work has been published here at Lothlorien Poetry Journal,  Piker Press, Fearless Poetry Zine, San Antonio Review, Fixator Press, Punk Noir Magazine , Horror Sleaze Trash and The Dope Fiend Daily. 

His work is always unfiltered. 


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