Monster:
Punishment weighs my twisted spine,
Yet, no sin committed: not mine.
Guiltless hands bleed for guilty men
Who revel in life and again
Carve her up like worthless swine,
Think her like wretched concubine.
Assign her virtues; redefine
What confines death, and then,
Punishment weighs my twisted spine.
Guilty man, think yourself divine
But you are just one talented mime.
And then you act surprised when
Life, the viper, strikes the skin.
You and I lost, Frankenstein,
And punishment weighs my twisted spine.
Copyright © Madison Lorraine | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment