A Taint of Pity by Ken Allan Dronsfield

dark dreams of tomorrow live within your today.

cascading in colorless opaque luminescence

tree of deformity within wispy flowing grasses

whilst ravens on the wing disappear in a haze

lucent clouded skies of blended silent obscurity

pious scripture camouflaged by a taint of pity

ravenous demons tempt the innocent with lies

as crosses burn brightly in the darkest mind.

the decrepit fantasies reign within hypocrisy

as a flavored sky burns with a grayish pallor.

from my open window I see a world in chaos

I see masses of people unwilling to even live

gentle creatures disappear from brown forests

animals walk on two legs stealing halcyon souls

germs spreading hate, in-cognizant of any love

lazy beg for work as garbage crops are cultivated

the lonesome appear lost from open front windows

whilst even the long since dead are screaming.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016.