helpful stumble

by Matthew Sharp

no remorse in our eyes

til its time to die

we trace the lines drawn

onto the dawn of a new creation

old and stinks of stagnation

imitating is control

the sins of the father

are told by the son

creating culture

civilization for everyone

the pleasure the pain

the guilt the shame

the frame thats built

in flames sustains itself

on our inability

to help ourselves

with no desire

to extinguish the fire


Author's Note:

Posted on 05/16/2010
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

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