RUSSIAN ROULETTE

A sudden strike of lightening
out of a calm, clear sky
fire blue electric from way on high,
violent acts of Nature’s Fury inflicted
on Mankind : the unforeseen surprise,

Fate’s wanton choices : nowhere to hide;
slumbering daemons dark and murderous
lurking deep inside waiting to ravish
Flesh and Mind : random cruelty and
death by design.

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: USA

Comments

Roscoe Lane

9 years 5 months ago

So fatalistic,

So fatalistic and true this poem, so sad the way we are picked at random for a certain life. No critique, i think you have conveyed brilliantly what you wanted this poem to say. Regards Roscoe....

Geremia

9 years 5 months ago

Thank you, Roscoe. I've lived

Thank you, Roscoe. I've lived it.

Geezer

9 years 5 months ago

blame our parents....

They are the ones that gambled.

Geremia

9 years 5 months ago

true; but what did they know.

true; but what did they know. My disease is genetic on my mother's side. No one knew then. Yet had they known, they would have done it anyway.

[Richard for Joe]

Esker

9 years 5 months ago

my fathers mother..had four kids die at birth

all named george...his fathers name
upon naming the sixth wallace..
their first living child of their union survived!
strange but true!
I was cursed and still am
but even a cursed life is
something
and when I am gone
thats it thats all

some writing
a child
few people met
thanks folks
my kid can carry it on
i remember donating
money to charity
helping along with the
hinderances
saw one hocky game my brother
was in and one figure skating
show my sister was in

thank Joe! and Richard!

Geremia

9 years 5 months ago

I replaced an infant child

I replaced an infant child who died at birth in 1941