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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.

◄ The Witching Hour

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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

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Steven Kenny

Fri 5th Nov 2010 03:35

Thanks for the comments :-) No title as yet; open to suggestions though?

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Thu 4th Nov 2010 13:44

Well it certainly doesn't highlight the bright side of life but it is certainly consistent.
I enjoyed reading at any rate :-)

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Alain English

Thu 4th Nov 2010 13:10

Brilliant - spot on poem, very full of truth. Got a title for it?

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