Hour Of Horror Poem by Jamil Ahmed

Hour Of Horror



Blood oozing nails
Hanging to the eyes
Distort the round pallor
And insanely injure the spewing wounds
Loud lamentations of pains evolving
Into the syllables of sorrow
In the room next door
A resounding fit of laughter
At their caused savage sadism
Deafens the agitating screams
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Hour Of Horror
Saturday, February 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: violence
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