The Guilty

Time, oh merciless time

eats flesh and sprinkles salt on open wounds

and pummels the breast and jabs the face with mind

 

And shame

merciless, ugly shame

rots with time and grows

births rusted, tattered blooms

peels back chunks of patchy, leathery shield

and drags caged guilt atop the precipice

to burn and fall

in front of all

 

It does not die with impact

but burrows raging into hell

and time and shame guffaw

and etch accursed blame upon the wall

 

And tourists pine and weep and bleed

in phony holy pain

and wait and watch the news

in hopes to feed again on snarling harvest flesh

 

of desire and deed

and rancid carnage of me.

 

Reviews

[Sean M. Addams]

this is a really cool piece the iomagery and detail you have put into this is amazing .. overall very nicely done.... fav lines...And shame

merciless, ugly shame

rots with time and grows

births rusted, tattered blooms

peels back chunks of patchy, leathery shield

and drags caged guilt atop the precipice

to burn and fall

in front of all

[Thomas Pynk]

This is a wonderful poem.
Giving the words the rythm that you did really made the poem jump out at me.
I'm very glad i found this piece

[wolfshrew]

the way you put together and the words you chose really shook me. i liked it

[Jessi Webb =)]

Very impowering ! I like it... you are a very talented author ! I wish I could write like you 1

[Legion]

An exposure of one's self so to speak. Love the flow of this as if it too is falling uncontrolled. Well done. Two hooves up.