What are you looking at? a Sinner?
Dead distant stars accuse, but what are they to glimmer
At me, silver-white salt pillar?
Holy heavens do pray, think Abraham’s Sands
pose Want for Judgment Day.
Yet who are they to judge? The Artist blames his hands
for the ugliness of his drudge:
Just Conscience is Man’s jail.
The penance is the nail.
You too can accuse, but who are you to talk?
Indeed, I am just a Mirror
of you, a Man, a Sinner.
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*giggles* I couldn't help but laugh at this picture. The poem itself is great. Wonderful ending. We are all sinners, so that is something we should all keep in mind. Great work. Thanks for sharing.
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This is a great poem, I really like the way you have expressed this, it has an interesting message, and I love the picture that you chose to go with it
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