Mourning Glory

Image: Pixabay

Start of a new day,
Feeling like a stray,
Still mourning after,
No sense of next chapter,
My tomorrow
Scheduled for more sorrow,
Tremendous, glorious,
Hideously piteous
Pain sustained,
Until I’m drained
Of life itself,
Only then will be true farewell.

Monster Masquerade: Cry of the Imp

Image from Pixabay/Gianni Crestani

Image from Pixabay/Gianni Crestani

“Mama!”

Mouth wide open,
Teeth razor-sharp,
Tongue forked like a snake
No one claims this child.

“Mama!”

Insistent cries from hell to heaven,
Drowned by the sound of the harp.
The child’s fingers shaped like a rake,
His face pitted and wild.

“Mama!”

No welcome for the heathen,
Ignored as if hidden under a tarp.
He crawls back to Devil’s Lake,
Where he was originally defiled.

[Entry to Monster Masquerade, hosted by Fly TrapMan and Poet Rummager]

©2015 Karina Pinella