Freedom never tasted so clearly vile.
Doomed to wander the bewildered, misty and forgotten mile,
I drink the bitter cup that embodies the taste of the human soul.
This isn’t control or lack thereof;
It’s just the end, the bitter tear-stroked end.
The sweetest taste of trust is long forgotten like the fruits of Eden.
It is no wonder that the fruit of knowledge was forbidden—
It truly was only meant to cause pain.
And yet, we still seek knowledge, we still seek truth…in short,
We still seek pain.
Why are we so masochistic and destructive with our mortal remains?
So pure you are, little one. Where is Eden?
Where is Eden? Gilead? Aidenn? Heaven?
Where is Innocence?
Where is our rebirth?
Once in our system—pain, lies, truth, solidarity—
Forbidden fruits…they do not leave us.
They stay inside us ‘til we,
Unbearingly,
Whither,
Curl, and
Die—
Rotting like the fruit that made us live.
Please tell me what you think
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Very much a cynical tone to you here. lots of excellent images and powerful lines, the first stanza was by far my favorite, its quite a mouthful but made me think. The linebreaks were exact and well done, the allusion(s) were good too, good job on this piece.
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Could you maybe elaborate a little bit on what you're trying to say in this piece?
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It's far deeper than I could explain simply...but basically the beautiful things are the things that make us die.... or the truth is hard to bear.... or sometimes knowledge sought after isn't what, in the end, we really wanted to know or could handle. Also has some reference to the Garden of Eden--the physical and spiritual death that was brought on by eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge, which was forbidden.
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