Monument of a Sinner

September 25, 2011
By K.Spirit PLATINUM, Nashville, Tennessee
K.Spirit PLATINUM, Nashville, Tennessee
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A silver fog is filtered through the cobblestone cracks, its ashy tendrils reflective
Everywhere, antiquated bicycles are left on the dirty streets
The night is blue-black
As if a cicatrix is imprinted upon its cheek
People nowadays all seem dulled, as if by some opiate
Their lackadaisical eyes are weighed down with a metallic deadness
Their lids rest lazily on their pupils’ moons
There is a paucity of gambits nowadays; these fatalistic thinkers are scared by passion
The Earth is cold, fallow
There have been no obsequies for years now, only burials
The houses that line my street are filled with cadavers, ghostly entities that fear life
On the contrary, I have lived in penury
I was a young, hopeless bibliophile who read for inspiration and needed nothing more
Choleric at a young age, I battled myself out of my desolated hovel
Only to find myself here, a world devoid of emotion
These people are dying of decadence
So when I die of something exotic and complicated,
Dare to cry for me
And when this world withers away from starvation,
Its epitaph shall read
“Trophaeum Peccati”

The author's comments:
This poem epitomizes how I feel about our society being dulled by technology. I can only hope that an electronic world will not hurt humanity's social grace and appreciation of natural things.

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on Nov. 17 2011 at 8:40 pm
K.Spirit PLATINUM, Nashville, Tennessee
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Thank you so much! I appreciate how you desire to know so much more than what meets the eye, because the meaning of a poem is very rarely obvious. Thank you for your support, I am so flattered!

on Nov. 17 2011 at 8:33 am
foreversacredblueblood BRONZE, Sandy, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"I am the author of my own life, unfortunately I'm writing in pen and can't erase the mistakes" -Bill Kaulitz
"I will try to live with love, with dreams and forever with tears." -Yoshiki Hayashi

This took my words away, mostly. You do have a great mind to see past what most can't. Thank you for that. I respect you a lot. Especially now. I can't belivev how well and how hidden the real message behind this is. This poem could be one thousand things, which makes me love it more.


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