Illusions of Murder


The glowing spark
the essence of life
the rise and fall of breathing
ceased.
Vacated eyes reflect
from an empty shell
staring from the midst of a crimson pool
and the latex hands fell
still grasping the tainted steel
of a heart
unblessed by mercy.
Silver wings
hallowed by the moon
a stolen life
reborn in a sacred dimension.

 

© JG Farmer 2015

Form: Free Verse

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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