Photo Challenge #13 “Mortar and Pestilence”


Image by: Photodream Art


Difficult they said

Hard as nails



No point


Beyond help.

Cast out


Choices made

A small boy who once ran free.

Turned into a weapon

Who fired rounds

Didn’t care

Destruction his stock in trade.

Now confined

A seething hatred

Simmering inside

A man who took lives,

Set about wanton destruction.

Mayhem they called it.

Now he’s incarcerated

Locked within his box

Forever to view the walls of his own prison

His motivation locked away

Like him

Far from the view lesser mortals

Who go about their mundane lives

Oblivious to the potential within their midst.


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19 Responses to Photo Challenge #13 “Mortar and Pestilence”

  1. charlypriest says:

    Very nice, a haunting one.

  2. Wow! Just wow! I am at a loss for words masterpiece

  3. A very descriptive write of what we bring upon ourselves and how our lives can suffer from the wrongs that we cause others.

  4. RoSy says:

    Gosh – my mind is going all sorts of directions on this one. I don’t even know where to start. So- I won’t.
    Deep thoughts here though.

  5. I really like this, Michael. Very dark but a powerful message. Sometimes we need “shock” that spells it out so clearly.I really like this photo as well…what kind of bird might that be??

  6. JackieP says:

    Well a bit of a different piece from you Michael, but I like it. It’s strong, forceful, even. Well done.

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  8. phylor says:

    This may sound strange, which is not unusual coming from me, but your piece brought to mind Warren Zevon lyrics.
    Powerful poem.

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