Modern Soliloquy

Texte: To be, or not to be: that is the question – William Shakespeare

Darkness unfolds on a shallow breath
And words swallow the tongue
Into silence
Cowering as an innocent child trapped
In the corner between
Anger and hate
Self-loathing fingers caress the blade
The silver blade bought for the purpose
Sacred and holy upon the altar
A phallic harbinger of fate
The master of destiny
Naked on black velvet
The body awaits the answer
To exist or die
Eyes, burnt by tears stare
Empty and vacant
Into the void of destruction
One way or another
This must end

©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Free Verse Registered & Protected 2C1G-DKSX-1SVH-0HMZ


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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