You were raised to be
held high
on your throne of ignorance;
{"It's not good enough"}
your most famous of phrases.
Given the world
with no care
for what was in it;
and looking out of
prison windows
to protect yourself
from what you see inside.
Nightmare consisted of
age, wrinkles, stolen beauty-
deep inside there was none
to be found.
And you carried on
with your charade
through the looking glass,
as if it alone held the key
to immortality.
You could have broken the bond,
and lived for yourself;
ignoring their expectations,
content with breathing.
{You were never one to try too hard}
Overexertion was the devil's work,
they said.
And now you've condemned yourself
to a sentence worse than
death.
A contest entry
- [Pride] The Seven Deadly Sins Contest by Shari-Lei.
400 points, ended January 19, 2009, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is excellent. You've shown so well how easy it is to be BORN into a life like this, and how we can choose to walk away or be forever caught up in it.
Thanks for entering and good luck
Shari
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Thanks.
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wow this is an amazing poem....alot of people can relate to this, its amazing! great job
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Thanks!
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