joshmcnulty86
New member
So I'm not sure if this poem is quite finished or not yet I figured I'd post it on here to see what other people think of it.
Untitled as of yet
Men in shambles
With their eyes
In speechless
Voids
I see them
With disgust
In pity
On authorities
Paper mâchés
Into broken sunlight
They are
Harrowed and useless
Specks on
Glacial fronts
Dead and hungry
I am tired, ill, and delusional
In the desert
Moonlit suns
Camped in the
Sufficiency of humanity
I look at them
In the overt blows
To the major establishments
Seething in foam and blood
Reddening eyes
I count them off
Grazing fields
Count me wild, one of the disorder
Untitled as of yet
Men in shambles
With their eyes
In speechless
Voids
I see them
With disgust
In pity
On authorities
Paper mâchés
Into broken sunlight
They are
Harrowed and useless
Specks on
Glacial fronts
Dead and hungry
I am tired, ill, and delusional
In the desert
Moonlit suns
Camped in the
Sufficiency of humanity
I look at them
In the overt blows
To the major establishments
Seething in foam and blood
Reddening eyes
I count them off
Grazing fields
Count me wild, one of the disorder