Extinct

The sheets stink

Well-being; extinct

Where are you Themis ?

All justice; subverted

Thoughts coil

Pitying a damaged soul

Vicious circle

Temptations

Amidst the bottle

The surrounding shadows

Swirl

Their cold touch reminds

That justice

Is never served

Reviews

[W. C. Forrest]

Thought provoking and insightful. The way you have played with the words is worthy of reverence. The Goddess gone astray and the idea of justice debased. Brilliant.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Oh, very nice... i loved the raw feeling it gave while reading, like a striping down to the core... Also the abstract images intermix in my mind, creating a lovely painting that i can admire for hours. Wonderful work Yann!

[Baby Ricochet]

Interesting word salad, fun read

[Matthew Bosko]

So many different directions I could attempt to connect this with. I'm not going to try to though, as this is the type of poem everyone will relate to on a personal level, which is strong. Nice job.

-Matt