Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Taint

Freedom bears pale skin and a brilliant voice
that sings sorrows to the enslaved and imprisoned.
She only knows love.

But what happens when freedom is enslaved?
She'll fight – teeth gnashed and hands clenched.
Alas, bound at the wrists and broken in her soul,
she only knows grief.

But by the hands of her children, she flees her prison.
Her once pure virgin skin will never lose the taint it gained.
She won't lament her tragedies, though,
for now she knows much more.

2 comments:

  1. "She won't lament her tragedies, though,
    for now she knows much more."

    Love.This.Best.Line.Ever.

    1. I love the word lament. It's cool.
    2. :) Yeah. It's awesome.

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  2. Your poem rocks
    and here I'll tell you why.
    It's got lovely wordage
    and a gorgeous story line.
    I concur with Jenna
    on the line choiceage
    and I also liked the repetition-ish
    of what "she" knows.
    That was pretty cool.
    Also, I made a poem
    out of my responses
    only by pressing enter
    at
    random
    points
    :)

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