Beneath the surface of a swamp <br />vile serpents slither <br />grasping the opportunity to seize <br />dangling feet <br />of unsuspecting poets <br /> <br />Approaching is a darkening day <br />filled with the venom of degrading tongues <br />Ripples intensify in a mirror reflection <br />casting a suffocating mood that envelops <br />Enraged feelings retaliate <br />as tranquility evaporates <br /> <br />Horrid hostility spews forth hatred <br />into the cesspool of indignity <br />The stench multiplies <br />as humiliation swells <br /> <br />Fighting continues until obscenities <br />congealed in the atmosphere <br />Blocking out all opportunities <br />for redemption or survival <br />The frigid feelings of disgust <br />freeze the rays of sun <br /> <br />No longer are creative thoughts <br />able to survive <br />Intolerance and loathing <br />have triumphed… <br />Silent devastation has won<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appalling/
