Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield
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mellow whispers through turquoise hazes
blossoms of hatred sprout in the homeland
floating through space, a prism in rhyme.
journey onward, carrying crosses of fury.
dapperly dressed as we arrive at the gate
unescorted tours, leaving faith at the door
wander the maze while contemplating faith
with an eternal bright blaze now at the core.
inhaling decaying essence of sinister deeds
neurotic dreams and a breathless scheme
seeking an inhale but gasp rings of fire
an irrational screaming indulgent chant
pestilence billows from a darkening abyss
old troglodytes dress as saddened clowns
singing a sonnet of a love for brimstone
we waltz in time as Hell's not so far down.
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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.
Hell's Not So Far Down
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