#NaPoWriMo Entry #14: “Not a Poem”

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Yes, I have become an emo poet.  Whatever.  Personal bullshit compels me to write things that reflect the confusion crap going on in my head, even if said poems don’t make sense.

Do with this what you will…

Here goes:

“Not a Poem”

Quiet chambers
dead in night
blank, empty of voices:
Dead!
Dead inside.
A rustling — rodent,
scourge of the earth.
Black pierced by sword eyes.
Piercing.
Piercing souls, life itself.

Empty.  Numb.
Numb like the corpses,
the mother who loses everyone to a war.
Empty.
Death streaking on the walls of hearts.
The pieces broken,
the puzzle collapsed by moisture.
Quiet chambers where day and night are suspended by nothing.

About the Author:

Shaun Duke is an aspiring writer, a reviewer, and an academic. He is currently an Assistant Professor of Digital Rhetoric and Writing at Bemidji State University. He received his PhD in English from the University of Florida and studies science fiction, postcolonialism, digital fan cultures, and digital rhetoric.

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