Out in the cold

Take me where the demons live
I want to learn how they kill love

Peace lies cold in a graveyard far
It wonders what the soldiers died for

There’s power, greed, a hunger fierce
They turn all good into a stupid farce

I stand alive and thinking, but I stand alone
Let them destroy everything, then align


W3 Prompt #159

26 thoughts on “Out in the cold

  1. I like the way your poem is topical without losing poetic tension — the pararhyme keeps everything just a little off-kilter, which suits the prompt perfectly. Cold truths in a cold world. Well crafted..

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