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Pointless Lives

by Razel Davies

Had a puppy,
Now he’s dead.
Car ran over,
And squashed his head.

Flying guts,
Are all around.
Get down low,
And make no sound.

Darkened night,
A scream goes up.
Man drinks from,
An empty cup.

Laying down,
In a pool of blood.
Waiting for,
The killing flood.

All their lives,
Are full of dread.
Won’t be long,
They’ll soon be dead.

03/23/2009

Posted on 03/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 Razel Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/23/09 at 07:19 PM

Good work Razel- the images are so real to me. I liked the ryming pattern. Point made! Very wll expressed in this dark piece.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/23/09 at 11:18 PM

the first stanza made me laugh, hmmm... i like the flow. good write.

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