A Pool of Blood

A pool of water causes us to play with words,
Inner feelings may conceive an exalted frame of mind.

A pool is like radiation, all the yawning is converted
Into a character of good, a conversion has been made.

A pool is of blood, a real royal boredom of blue blood,
A spoilt man is issuing secrets that kingdoms do love.

When murder is bloody and minded by the some
We crave, destruction is the key, for almighty freedom.

A pool of immediate appearance is before my own eyes,
My ears are against my sight, for I have no idea of sound.

What is the murder when pools of bright blood stain the floors
With the anger and hunger of a killer, a sentinel of alien rudeness.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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