![]() ~ Eden Lost ~A Poem by MiseryYou may call me Ishmael But such is not my name I’ve been known as Judas Son of Iscariot. And known as Cain, A first of many sons. Because... I let demons into Eden: Sensual, Silken, Seething. Once a child of paradise I Keeper of Gardens sublime Now I drift from Eden lost In shadow lands of the lost. Oh, would that I could undo Foolish days of foolish youth; Oh, that I could cast from me Ancient days of debauchery. But the demons are here, yes! Ranks strong - battle dressed. And yet, why so vast an army Against...one fool of poetry? --Misery © 2018 Misery |
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Added on July 15, 2018 Last Updated on July 17, 2018 Author![]() MiseryAZAboutJust a Lost Poet (no patrons; no diplomas; no institutions; no grants), stranded upon a heap of one thousand dog-eared poems - words born of miseries witnessed in many lives and landscapes. Regardi.. more..Writing
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