The Death

by sibyllene   Aug 5, 2006


Why the world's treasure
is plundered by dark, the thunder
of stark and cunning intention-
of promise that breaks, while the
audience fakes just affronted
ambivalence, and truth's last suspension...

It's more than I know-
why we reap what we sow, why the
blinking dead silence continues to grow
with the chatter of formless mouths watching
the battery, seeing so flatly
all good's final show.

The worst of the worst,
the shattering burst, the slow
desecration of spirits with thirst-
The blind and the breathless
will bind all who cry, lest
the hopeful ask why we let sacredness die.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Heartbreakingly sad...brilliantly written..

  • 16 years ago

    by paul alexander

    I like it

  • 17 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    WOW that was totally awesome, a mind twister and blower all in on. Excellent poem, well written and vocabulary was great, love the way you expressed your thoughts and feeling in this one, very well done, keep it up, your friend Tracy d 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Cattiebrie

    Wow! now that took me some time to wrap my mind around for sure. But that is what I love about your poetry, you weave with words, you challenge my imagination and you ooze creativity! Lady! you are amazing!

  • 17 years ago

    by Katie

    It was a little confusing for me at first, but when I read it again I realized that it had a lot of meaning. Very nice work. :]

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