Before you I place this picture,
to be etched forever on the wall
of your depraved mind.
Look closely at the embers of
the child you hollowed out and
left only the trademark of your sickness
to find.
This is the portrait that I bid you
to try to sketch away, the sands of
the hourglass that holdfast to digrace.
Erase from those insipid dreams
you have burden her with, the thorn
in her hopes that clings firmly in place.
Will it even click in the peripheral
visions of your madness how you
encapsulated her very soul.
With one licentious breath you
you slayed the guardian of any
compassion, losing all control.
I employ the angels to contain me,
for I yearn to stifle the yawn of
satisfaction you still inhale.
From your moth-stained life
I beseech the gods of justice
into your life to torturously sail.
While you are there perched upon
the canvas of a morally corrupted
percipice, holding tight to your infliction,
I stand bowed in a prayer of restoration,
for the grace that you snatched and flung
aimlessly into the river of confliction.
Must I plead for a soul exasperated with
such a venomous and vile ambition
that you wear as a coat of armour.
Should I be inundated with the honor
you lacked and pull from my ens the
overused excuse of "he's not normal."
But how can I when I have to wonder
how will this innocent entity now
opiate the demons that now invade her.
Forgive you, must I, this disgusting exihibition
that your sickness used to degrade her.
No longer privy to the ambience of bubble baths
cotton candy, you relegated her to smell the breathe
of perversion that seeps into each childish hope.
Who will rescue her from those smoldering
embers that infuses her with thoughts of
depravity that no one, let alone a child should have to cope.
marjoriejoyceleslie
01/28/09
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I wopuld never have known. You have craftred a brilliant yet sorrowful poem here. The emotions just pour from this page and sounds so much like a picture of someone's reality.
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
