Taboo

My first attempt at a highly-metaphorical poem... Hope its not too disastorous....

In city hearts of cold-flushed youth,

with the breaking bonds of old taboos,

angry spirits are wakened from ancient tombs.

Rushed desire and whispered lies

pave over lover's vows

escribed in the worn concrete,

now washing away at stony feet.

Empty coffins of skeletons long dissolved

feel the fresh, stinging wind after being sheltered so long.

Demons beckoned by Devil's calls,

rush forth from vast fields of icy fire

and dense poppy plains of empty desire,

attatching themselves to empty names.

O, sweet lover of the Great Taboo,

who draws unsuspecting victims within you,

can not your lips once speak the truth?

Author's Note

This is inspired by one of my friends. The "taboo" is sleeping with someone when you are neither in love nor married. I hope you can figure out the rest once given that bit of info. I'd like to know if you understand it, what your favorite line is, and what needs work. Also, any feelings you get off the poem would be nice to know as well. Thanks! =)

Reviews

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Wow! I think this is wonderful, Powerful writing and dark
Wonderful flow going on! Enjoyable read!