All Is Lost

All is lost
Hope abandoned in the pines
None dwell here
But angry ghosts⠀

Cursed and crossed
Failed to read between the lines
Where written was fear,
With all its morbid hosts⠀

Treasure spilled
And scattered upon the earth
Freely taken at whim
By anyone that might⠀

Pleasure killed
Stripped of all its worth
Coffers opened up to skim
Reputation subject to slight

From the book Dark Matter – Poems of Horror and Depravity

Author’s Note: The rhyme scheme of this piece is A, B, C, D, repeating through each stanza.

Dark Matter - Poems of Horror and Depravity by Kevin Trent Boswell — Dark Matter

Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares. View all posts by Kevin Trent Boswell