This poem bleeds dysfunctional desire,
Blood stains through the dirty streets
Mark the paths we trod,
Urban avenues of despair,
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I had to read this several times before I could start to absorb it. I do see the speaker as a saving, compassionate voice (personality) which is what I often get from your poems.
This disturbing poem at least turns out with a good decision. It is very well-told, Uriah. You set the mood well and the descriptions of the girl leave little to the imagination. When I read the title, I trembled for you, but I decided that this time, your 'dark poetic mind' was more poetic than dark. Thank God. Raynette
Yes, you do sometimes have a dark poetic mind Uriah......but a beautiful one. Sincerely, Mary
Very powerful, and a sort of cruel beauty to this poem. Sad idea behind it....very well written.
Love teeters on the brink of the dark and emo...but anyway, this is indeed poetic and dark (which is a good thing, of course) and I enjoyed it. eni da kid