To show the judge your now-tormented soul,
You keep your gaze as blank as one can be.
The witness said that you were white and whole
And withered only after meeting me.
Described by Mother as a precious flowr
That bloomed in beauty evry passing day,
They say that I took but a single hour
To steal your sacred innocence away.
But I would argue it had fled years past
Before my hands could ever reach your skin,
For where can any innocence yet last
Where one is feeding darkness deep within?
Alas, I know that this case you will win,
Although twas you who begged for us to sin.















Comments
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Ho Yes; These two words will get you through life with absolutely no problems... Sort of.
I think I'll do it tomorrow during weekend. Poetry is beautiful(yours to) but I can't bend myself to create it, yet.
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Butter shall not be denied.
It's the sort of poem that depending on your own life experiences, depends how you interpret it. Because you mention 'Judge' in the first line, I feel it encourages the reader to start taking sides. The character can become either a monster or victim depending on the viewers past experiences.
I'm leaning heavily towards monster but I don't think everyone will see it that way.
Good job anyway!
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Oh! I Feel it. I Feel the Cosmos!
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Oh! I Feel it. I Feel the Cosmos!
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may the butter be with you !
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