The Afflicted
I have no idea if this is any good. Seems mostly stream of thought to me but it needed to come out, so here it is:
Life is an affliction
from which we never recover.
Enter the world screaming
And never stop.
Life seems fit to torment;
a torrent of dark abuses
gilded with a veneer
of calm civility
Smiling assassins;
sheep forced into wolves clothing.
We lash out at each other
to ease our own suffering.
Our oppressive waltz
is deaths only distraction.
In the end, it equals us all.
from plus to minus;
an inevitable subtraction.
Elaine Booth
Mon 8th Nov 2010 21:25
Kenny, this is great. So glad you posted it. Verse 2 - very powerful. Possibly "The Affliction"? Referencing George Herbert's poem of the same name? Hope to see you soon. x