Copper Crown

Something I just wrote.

Throne perched high amongst the clouds
Pretending as if you're some kind of god
Copper crown placed atop your head
Delirious morals spread by your filthy hands

I can still taste the grime from your fingers
In my mouth, in my heart, in my soul
You are the water that douses the bonfire
The clay to be shaped by fearful priests

Corrupted caress that only instills fear
Comfort lost in the shadows of your palace
Never willing to descend to the ground
For fear of the loss of your copper crown

A gale shatters your stability
Dragging you down within arm's reach
Starving hands reach for your crown
Stripping you of your illusive dreams

In a pile of s**t and jagged rocks
Reality laughing at your holy self
Cast into a dumpster by the man you served
Now you wait for the night to take you away

Reviews

[E.j.aka.Hannah]

I like this one the best. In my opinion it proves the point that greed only leads you to punsihment and retribution. Definitely gets the point across. Extremely well worded, an awesome poem overall.