Incubator Of Shame

A personal value.

Remorse cries
In hoarse tones
The Incubator



A shame lies in the middle of pungent grief to behold
A mighty shade of lies to unfold the morals no less a human be told,
The Incubator.




A strive for perfection in humanity,
Yet lest offered (full handily) a dance with the devil's playful embers in fire
The incubator.



A covered muslin viel to preserve the soul,
Watch others parade in a brink- a inch in the brink of insanity,
The incubator.



Like a mortal lion cub,
That does not take moral pride in its beginning appearance of a main,
The incubator....


The incubator of immoral shame.

Author's Note

This just expresses the need of some of my (personally) admired values. I wish people would be self- preservant. I know that sometimes it's difficult in such circumstances of today's pop culture/social standards and its increasing influence. This is a poem to honour the character. Sorry if this bashed anyone else, it was only meant as an encouragement or to inspire someone to change their behaviour. Just a personal thought and input!

Reviews

[Ari Sinclair]

This is a beautiful piece, your rhythm and description are on point.

[The Waterlily Pad]

thanks for your review! Much appreciation :)