A Casket Called Complacence

A Casket Called Complacence

A Poem by OctoberDawn
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A musing on corporate America

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I build the masks that cover the scars 
for all of the people under the stars.
I lace the needles with crimson-stained thread,
once through the mouth for each hour they bled.
I stitch the smiles for ones undeserving,
who labor in vain for the one they are serving.
As light reflects gold my fingers work faster,
if greed is the king than I am its master.

© 2012 OctoberDawn


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This is very interesting. I read it over and over just because I could not grasp the words I wanted to say. This made me think of people who become drained and withered because of the lives they are forced to make for themselves, and they need something to lift their spirits so to speak. Something to put a temporary, if not fake, smile on just to make others think everything is alright, and the one person that takes all of that upon their shoulders. This is a very moving and visual poem. I love it. Great job.

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The last two lines were my favorite, and the line:
" I stitch the smiles for ones undeserving"

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is very interesting. I read it over and over just because I could not grasp the words I wanted to say. This made me think of people who become drained and withered because of the lives they are forced to make for themselves, and they need something to lift their spirits so to speak. Something to put a temporary, if not fake, smile on just to make others think everything is alright, and the one person that takes all of that upon their shoulders. This is a very moving and visual poem. I love it. Great job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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You never fail to surprise me. Your work is always fantastic.

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Added on June 17, 2012
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OctoberDawn
OctoberDawn

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My name is Criss Hill, I'm 20 and I'm from Colorado. I don't so much consciously write poetry as my heart takes control of my pen and urges me to capture a pale fragment of the beauty and heartbreak o.. more..

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