Death is upon us this day,
eating away at our souls
like wolves eating a carcass,
in the noonday desert sun.
Our souls taste like chicken,
so tender to its appetite,
gnawing the red dead blackness,
like that of the dead black night.
Eerie, foreboding is that of death,
silence far beyond the quiet,
nothing to enhance the soul,
only to steel its kaleidoscopic color.
The finality of it all lies here,
or is it just the beginning,
of something much more morose,
cover your eyes for the journey of quietus. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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