The Plea

Entities await your rapacious feet
That evade the rich and ransack the poor.
Your shadows burgundy on limpid sheets
As you relentlessly slam gated doors.  

Your hands suffocate with eager fingers,
Bruising the tainted light of hopeful dreams.
We run reckless in fear of what lingers
As the hearts of the aghast scream.

We are puppets played by twisted heartstrings
of your revolting breathes requisition.
At your hand the song of the faithful swings
To falter quietly from rendition.

I beg mercy of your sadistic gaze
Yet plead pity when failing heart obeys.

Rachel Jurek '15