The pond

By Jacob  Ragsdell


I peer in the blackness that never ends

Murky green distorting inner vision

Pondering what entities lie lurking

On the prowl for tourists who don’t belong

Rusted nails penetrating the skin of

Those who venture too far

Late at night is the only time


Please place your sacrifice

If you don’t give, then we take

picking the closest to perfection

We bite and gnaw, blood dripping

Crystallizing on the ground

Please help they cry, disgusting

What a disgrace they have become

We come here tonight to offer

Hail death

Rapture and celebration


Jacob Ragsdell grew up in Columbia Missouri, a city full of poverty and wealth. His poetry is a reflection on his experiences as a teen and what it’s like to grow up in America today.  

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