Faith is a prison
when it binds thinking.
The mind is a hell
when embroidered with guilt.
Polonius does not hide
behind these tapestries;
vile visions
insulate the walls of the past-
try to stab them;
they are merely shadows
my own frailty followed
down the primrose path
where hell breathes restlessly.
A slave to remembrance
the conscience has no place to hide.
Author notes
Polonius and the primrose path are allusions Hamlet.
A contest entry
- tapestries in the hallway: a few prompts to pick by DancingRed.
300 points, ended August 6, 2007, 9 entries
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Beautifully deep thoughts -- I love the power in your words, especially the first four lines. Great use of alliteration, also. Thanks for entering this lovely piece.
DancingRed.
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