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Mad Drunk Prophet

by Christopher Shin

A swishing sound
as my head jerks
back and forth
as voices linger
and then suddenly
a clap and it is
silent.

I claim no souls
as sirens call
out in the black
sullen night.
I scream and my
echo blends with
the haunting calls.

I fall and abruptly
dive into the
chaos all around me.
I am not part of their
world and they are
not a part of mine.

I crumble into a
despair as the hope
gets drowned out
in a tide of crimson
as the blood of wine
chokes all the world
and I see red.

And I yell
"I am undone"

06/30/2009

Posted on 06/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 06/30/09 at 08:10 AM

Gotta be honest, I expected something much different given the title! However, that does not mean I did not love this. "I claim no souls" -- very, very nice. As I add this to my favorites, I thank you for it.

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