If I am the world, I am condemned:
'Forever fed and never full;
half a body of water and no throat to drink -
the sickness of drought thickens and dizzies.
Never without a penny but too poor for clothes;
creater of all cures and foiler of antidotes.
I blame myself only of inertia,
of fear, tardiness and scrupulous greed.
Every ounce of energy I committed to myself, o world,
was never selfish, but sacred to my irrespressible pride,
and those of the world follow my example:
I bred you to survive, but now you kill
and condemn.
It is never your fault, and
My fault is existing.'
Author notes
I hate titles...
A contest entry
- This Is Your Prompt... by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended June 7, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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You write such Quality work, I should have read it earlier
very nicely penned
you have thought circling around your piece
I appreciate this write alot
thanks
by
the poet of hearts and hearts and beautiful words
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lol...you know what? I HATE titles, too!
I love this poem, however, and I hope you
will enter more of my contests in the future.
I think you're really a good writer.
love, lane
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