a god in the hands of an angry sinner - iyrn iheif
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i dread the snow that i once loved
now i know how cold can feels
and snow sees how love can repeal
and coldly storms; begs its redress
across the field, hare flees its foes
extending steps with its vertebral column
he could snap with a crack or a blow
but snow too white, all lost of sight..
winter swept and fled as always
left me for dead or a thing to toy with,
whispering jaculations to the night.
hare paused as i came up to beg,
for food and sleep at a place of rest-
my injury's sake its heart embraced
and filled my cup with brimming love-
as sweetly as first bites of apples
but then it turned mundanely sour
my tongues such a brilliant coward
hare was hale fleeing winters tail
but now just hails in winter's cell
he went to hell at my command
i didnt mean to condemn his soul
nor cold expunge, from my crisp world
that once in bounty flourished forth
i fit the shard into the globe..
and go to hell too, for repose
or also to be idiot-like fair
and to finally put up all my snares
for love i can not help but bear
its return or at least a playful 'fair
now on a stage i lie visibly
for his eye to cast upon my flesh
my corpse proffered to burn afresh
my heart's empress i'd do not less
than this, a tentacled pretense
oh yes, i did much jest. i truly despise u.
u huddling mess. u cancer'd breast.
i'd kick you in the teeth for how
u fucked me innocently rough
but now i even miss utility's price
for much dearth is the wintry ice
this heat do be as poison'd as
juliet's deathly wailing loss
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note to reader
i stomped this out w/out editing, im posting to pose this question,
what do you perceive this poem to be about? im curious how it strikes ppl.
theres no right answer ofc