My fall from grace
Was a slip in the bath
And this is what
Makes me powerful
My satin back, gives
Not to wings of lace
Nor do my hands
Hide a beautiful face
I am grotesque
Withing these degrading
Things
And inside this
Coveted, rare little jewel
Reaps a hand of darkness
And a brittle tune to sing;
Its tranquility
Would shatter any fool
For peace is found
Only in war
And there is war
'Neath this shallow
Skin
With Wit Without
Clause or comprehension.
For you can give
Me love but I'll want more
You can give
Me 1,000 eyes, to me,
Adore
But It's Not Enough
for
This Enchanted skin And
Majestic Creation.
Author notes
There is a very large part of myself on the paper this poem was written on.
Can you see my mannequin?
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I really liked this- I loved it's obscurity and darkness. This was really fascinating to read and to make interpretations as to its meaning. Thanks for the wonderful read.
Thanks for entering the contest!
Interesting write. I liked it a lot. It just has a certain pull about it. Best of luck.
wow.... wow. Deep and purged... great write read and... purge.
Awe inspiring
This is a very enjoyable read. This poem reads like it was found from a Victorian era. Very majestic and pridefully written. You have written a poem that doesn't "dumb" itself down yet, is understandable to all but, the simplest mind. Great write from a great friend and poet.
Absolutely fascinating!!! Makes for a champion poem! Keep it up...
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