The Bitter Uprising

by Sole   Jan 16, 2008


Lost in a field of words
Tragedy and comedy playing out side by side
Addictive voices grow and spiral
Children find a place to hide

Countless nobodies walk on by
A thriving mob intone a methodical chant
Fearlessly growing, the rabble march on
If they don't break through, we can't

This bitter, barren, chilling place
At first may crush your paradisiac imagination
As after death it's exactly the same
For the sin of man is, upon all, damnation

Perhaps a chance, this flourishing throng
Is the escape we've been choking for all along
As we shriek our incantation, sing our song
Deaths mavericks advance, hatred-filled and strong

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  • 16 years ago

    by Melpomene

    I truely enjoyed this poem. The emotion portrayed behind each word was heart braking. You took me to a place filled with so much pain, so much agony. Your word choice was really descriptive and vivid, I like that alot. Instead of basic simple words you stepped out of every day vocabulary to create such an intense poem. The flow to me was in in some places caused by changes of rhyme scheme maybe. I know this piece is written for a contest so good luck with that. A deep and meaningful piece of poetry drenched in painful emotion. I loved it and enjoyed each line. Well done. ~Mel

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