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The Consequence
by V. BlakeLook what I’ve got here in my hands
All the goodness left in the world
Decomposing.
Watch me carefully,
And I’ll turn into a god.
It doesn’t stop raining here, you know
Not since insomnia bled Morpheus dry.
Bastard left us with this patchwork sky
That our lives might take place
In the tears at the seams--
The ones that ruined the cloth.
What erratic nightmares are these?
Cracks in the spine of creation...
Humanity sculpted out of filth
From an abortion on some celestial plane
That left us with no sense of purpose or direction
What have we done?
What have we done? 06/30/2009 Posted on 06/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 06/30/09 at 08:51 AM I think that sums up the nights I suffer. |
| Posted by Wayne Tate on 07/01/09 at 03:55 PM Great work and a great read Dave. I especially love your third stanza. Thank you for sharing this. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/01/09 at 04:25 PM Wow! What a good poet you are. You have my imagination in the palm of your hand - not decomposing but wanting to be composing such a thought provoking and well-written poem. Excellent. |
| Posted by Wayne Tate on 07/01/09 at 05:25 PM You gotta love it when a piece slaps you hard enough that you forget the name of the author who wrote it... le duh... My apologies Vince. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/03/09 at 03:37 AM I love the pathos of this mythic poem. Morpheus was one of the Gods I use to have in a collage I kept on my wall as a teenager (a hundred years ago it seems now). Such dreams, he and his brothers (I forget their names), made for us all! Great way to capture man's inhumanity to man and mother Earth. |
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