A thimbleful of madness mixed with the dregs of life, such a bitter wine
No such elegance to behold in this disheveled existence in time
Know no simple task has been given for the forgotten and downtrodden
Civility long ago forged now a memory in the mist dead and rotten
Time as these see goodness poisoned like an apple injected with poison
Greed and lust flow free and flesh is the only commodity within reason
Reason, oh it is unreasonable to look for it here, in the valley of filth
Climb and desecrate the dreams once held as pure, give in to wealth
Little else matters in this putrid festering realm, sell your body and mind
Tendrils sliding along the edges waiting to pluck dreams left behind
No taboo so vile it is not be dreamt, the dream a growing haunting need
Slithers in the bed of the dreamer it latches in place of dreams now dead
Fallow field of a broken mind, plowed by the vile broken creatures left behind
Seeds of lust, greed and desire tilled deep sprout into a thick choking vine
The tempting fruit that hangs just past the tips of starving lips, so inviting
Look but do not touch, touch but do not taste, taste but do not enjoy imbibing
If it were some sickly pallor it would not have such appeal to lure
Monsters the masses cry out but not one amongst them is pure
Rotten to the core as their cry for punishment of the one who tasted desire
A scapegoat now shackled and brought to the center for a symbolic pyre
The masses lusty cries for blood to be spilt ascending to a fevered pitch
Each chanter harboring personal desire that slithers yet is held in check
Rage for the one who dared to imbibe and enjoy, even become intoxicated
Rules they scream as the shackles hold them back, their venom placated
Morality mingles with mortality stones fly in a self-loathing sea of humanity
Found guilty by the corrupt the scapegoat now bludgeoned at their need
At the reading of the charged, the exposing of the crime to live outside rules
A seed falls and takes hold in the soft fertile soil of another in its youth
Walking home the seed is watered as spying eyes see a pleasing thing
Will this vine take hold and grow or be a hidden withered seedling?
I like it when you write so dark, but leave a sliver of light to the end. Sometimes something bad needs to happen, for the good to be seen 🙂
~ Marie
Thank you. It is definitely a time when we all need a sliver of hope