Behind Bars

Behind Bars

A Poem by moog-drika

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Death boozed afterlife, too slowly.

Turning up the volume,

it relished the scream of Vices.

They were detained for yielding ruins.


By the time Death had a hangover,

the Vices had strained off their existence,

performed their ablution

with the lightest second of oblivion.

 

The refiner’s work was done,

making its lip grin again.

© 2020 moog-drika


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A very neat poem! If you ever need help with rhyming (Like me lol) I recommend this link: https://rhymenow.com/ Have a great Thanksgiving! -Kay

Posted 4 Months Ago


moog-drika

4 Months Ago

thanks so much for the praise. Means a lot :D
this poem reminds me
of an old movie
" The Lost Weekend "
about an alcoholic
while on a binge
kills..

They find their escape
In the bottom of a bottle
or so they think ..only
to find they're really Behind
Bars of their own making
An apt title for this piece

it's a one way ticket to
hell's prison where the
devil has in reality won ..

nice work





Posted 9 Months Ago


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moog-drika

9 Months Ago

if it were actually possible to kill the crime rather than killing people. Sigh.
Thank you so.. read more
This is my kind of writing. Short but bursting with devilish lines that paint a picture. I really like it. We are the masters of our own reality. Great job.

Posted 9 Months Ago


moog-drika

9 Months Ago

I have spent half of my life writing dark stuffs, but I felt the need of a little bit change, hence .. read more
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One of my biggest fear is end up in jail. Lost of freedom and your loved ones is always very painful . Poem is very throbbing at my mind. It's very authentic and painful like there is no escape from our own crimes. This poem have very strong impact on me.

Posted 9 Months Ago


moog-drika

9 Months Ago

This is so true. There is definitely no escape from our own crimes. I wish there were actually no cr.. read more
This is such a haunting poem. The idea that even some of the most adept minions of death are suffering punishment. No one escapes the consequences when the consequences effect more than just the individual. And I suppose this is the way with vices. They are an individual’s burden, but as the individual pursues them others are inevitably drawn in to the ruin and hurt by the individual’s pursuit.

Your last two lines give me chills. You’ve done such a great job of evoking this sense of cool triumph. I see Hades on a throne preening in self-satisfaction. Smiling at the spoils of ruin. A really great poem.

Posted 9 Months Ago


moog-drika

9 Months Ago

I love your interpretation on this piece. Vices are like contagious poison for people. It kills huma.. read more
This has deep and disturbing images of decadence and liberty, let lose then arrested and confined in the journey to the underworld... a kind of inferno where the flesh is consumed, leaving only the gasping spirit

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

moog-drika

9 Months Ago

I absolutely loved the deeper meaning you extracted from the piece. Now I'm jealous, I wish i could .. read more
Jibey

9 Months Ago

I love to be stirred by your words - and inspired to write what my mind imagines... Thank you, dea.. read more
A complete tale in your words my friend.
"The refiner’s work was done,
making its lip grin again"
I loved the above the lines. A grin, maybe finally content? Thank you for a amazing poem shared.
Coyote

Posted 10 Months Ago


moog-drika

10 Months Ago

Could be content but don't know for how long. Thank you so much for the compliment. Means a lot. :D
Coyote Poetry

10 Months Ago

Always my pleasure to read your work and you are welcome my friend.
moog-drika

10 Months Ago

Likewise my friend. :D
This is a wonderful write here, enjoyable

Posted 10 Months Ago


moog-drika

10 Months Ago

Thank you so much for the compliment. Means a lot!
This reads like a fantastic epitaph.
He died just as lockdown was introduced, luckily the booze had done its job and he died unsober. The grim reaper was back in work but this time booze wasn't the culprit.

Posted 10 Months Ago


moog-drika

10 Months Ago

I so want the grim reaper to kill all the Vices for real. The world would look so pure. Anyway, than.. read more
A haunting read, beautifully done. Reminds me of the late Elliot Smith song Between the Bars.

Posted 10 Months Ago


moog-drika

10 Months Ago

That song is a poem itself. It has so many emotions. Anyway, thanks so much for the compliment. It m.. read more
likesgreeneggsandham

10 Months Ago

I had a feeling you would know it. Your poetry evoked a lot of the same emotion in me. Once again, l.. read more

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