Fall from Grace

Burn my books;

tear all my writings
and notes,
my every poem.

What I think is wrong
and it's wrong to have such thoughts.
It's wrong not to believe you,  
so slap me if I dare to retort.

One more slap for I have no right to spread
lies, but you do, don't you?
And another one - for my smug smirk,
and I promise you that every sting I’ll return tenfold.

Your swift fall from grace,

achieved by deceiving thousands.
Shove me up the wall because nobody will believe me
and bash my head because that will perish my will.

Like hell it will, and every thud will be your sin.
Scream, curse me when I laugh.
These riots are but the start
and every screamed syllable will be your castle, in ruins.

I'll write again, read.
After all, scars are only superficial.
It's not like you'll tame my spirit,
or else I would be long gone.

Put me in chains of steel,
every link will be your bullet
and every punch I can't defend
one drop of your blood.

I can't judge you,
but is it really me you fear,

or rather those who with my words

will awaken?

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, oh

stunning words

[Leslie Philibert]

Like it. Everybody who writes will understand you.

[Seshat Nidaba]

The vibe of this was different and shows incridble range, some lines jumped out to me with acknowledgement and recognition

1. After all, scars are only superficial.
It's not like you'll tame my spirit

[screamin'ian]

Idealism and passion, a potent combination. I enjoyed your expression of them here.

[LunarSong]

I really like this.