![]() Behind CreationA Poem by Anonymous
Poetry - a pure process of creation,
But is it art if it destroys instead? Consequences laugh at my intensions As I push my inspiration's clutching fingers Into closing caskets of the dead. They are pointing at the sins committed, All the hearts I've pierced with poignant rhymes, Verses irreversible as crimes, Punishment as talent, talent as a punishment, Punches hollows in my sanity and vanishes. I confront the ugliness' reflections In my poetry and its interpretations. I forsake my craft until the Father Lets my art align with His creation. © 2017 Anonymous |
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Added on May 17, 2017 Last Updated on May 18, 2017 Author
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