Attraction Of The Vanities
Banished are thee unbeloved
Who cease in battle, embattled to woe
Ravaged in the shadows of subservience
At mercy of a culture carved by the fallen elite
Superficially vying to caress the throne
Oppressed, the ineffectual starve
At the feet of vultures, exempt from the cycle
Though incessantly cursed
By the afflictions of the animal and its desires
Those pangs of the beast
Who covets while it corrupts
And desolate be the ropes that sway
To provoke a bloodline's disseverment
For the orgasmic vile elegy of concupiscence
The rain upon the pyre
What cure could there be for loneliness
If the venture has lapsed, but you still exist
With no light generated for
No giver for the never loved
And yours is an unfledged rejection
Suspended in its own place and time
The floor is vacant and so too, the hand awaiting
An invitation to a bygone dance
Your love is lost before it's born
And yet born without conception
Live long and weep within, to hope forever still
For the sake of another chance
Comments
beautifully crafted verse, from a most talented artist
You're too kind Poetess, thank you.
When I read such a gifted writer it’s easy to heap the praise. After all eye candy is sweets to the brain
I thank you again, for your compliments.
All I can say is wow! You write so very well. I've read this three times already and I will read again. I'm reading concupiscence as lust ...hope that's right
Tina x
Thank you Tina, always grateful for your feedback.
Even to read it once, I would be glad, so thanks again.