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Punished

Crippled conscience.... ....conflicted karma Gazing into shards of a mirror shattered...scattered at my feet Likeness reflected distorted and tortured I choke a sob as it struggled to escape strangled it's existence cradled pain in repressive embrace Guilt crashes like waves retreating into internal undertow ...preying on souls inability to swim Repent, retreat shackled ankles~bloody feet Head hangs low, sullen Absorbed this condemned atmosphere

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/22/2009 10:12:00 AM
Steve, I can't imagine what a gentle soul like you could have done to deserve to be "Punished," but I love the way you express your "conflicted karma." Thanks for reading "My Phony Valentine." As for my last name, I have my late husband to thank for that. I feel like I'm getting to know you through your work! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 2/14/2009 4:13:00 AM
Very strong piece of writing Steve. You never disappoint with your writes filled with creativity. Good work.
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Date: 2/13/2009 11:29:00 PM
Welcome back stranger! Sad and very heavy to read especially at this time of night.
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Date: 2/13/2009 11:17:00 PM
Hi Steve, you're obviously not "shackled" as a writer. This is a very imaginative piece. Nice work! Carolyn
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Date: 2/13/2009 9:55:00 PM
Steve - Wonderfully written piece that no matter how hard I tried it just seemed to keep me drifting back to Prison - Perhaps it was the guilt or maybe the shackled ankles - At any rate it was very well done - God Bless, MJ
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