You Were Given Life.

Mistakes.

Their cynical prodigy

born of dead flesh

and artificial love

sins beyond the soil

kindled below

Their edifice of fractured limbs

and scarred tissue mass

fragmented vine veins

pressing through the sinew

digging roots into the bones

stitching up the joints

filtering the life

Their mistake

full of imperfect dreams

impractical hopes of splendor

unfeasible intentions to serve justice

and wreak havoc

Their son.

Their daughter.

Their child.

The heir.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Parents do have dreams for their children...and sometimes they are imperfect and unfeasible. Still, parents do the best they can. Children do not come with an owner's manual! It means a lot to some to have an heir to carry on their traditions and lifestyles. Good poetry. Lydi**

[Brianna Alexandria Wolf]

Yes, I do know it is hard to be a parent. One could say that no one ever asks to be born, either. It is almost selfish to have a child, in a way. You're not doing it for them; you are doing it for yourself and your own wants. You're bringing life into a world where there is pain, and chaos, despite the good intentions you may have. But I was also talking about God, and his creating of us to be his children and experiments. And how he is constantly "disappointed" with us, and having such high expectations from beings he made to consist of free will. I don't know, I have been in an unpleasant mood today. But thank you for your review, I do truly appreciate it.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks for explaining your meaning. I appreciate it. Lydi**