Prometheus

Told with truth                                                                                        
Seething with anger                                                                            
Indistinguishable  voices                                                                      
Instantaneous response                                                                                    
Suffused senses overwhelmed                                                                   
blinding righteousness                                                                                     
Again and again
Yesterday, today                                                                                          
Since that time                                                                                          
Forgotten in memory                                                                                    
When you were berthed                                                                                 
Now very much alive                                                                                  
Cuddled coddled                                                                                      
Unwanted child                                                                                         
Unaware, stealthy                                                                                         
Hiding, unknown                                                                                          
Speaker of violent voices                                                                         
Smoldered scorched                                                                                           
Puzzled people                                                                                            
Wondered why                                                                                                  
A lifetime pregnancy                                                                                    
Sired by some                                                                                              
Unknown pain                                                                                                 
Rip me open                                                                                                  
For I would                                                                                                       
Birth the beast
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Oimbo Avatar
November 2, 2010 at 8:53 AM
the form of the poem allows it to be easily performed.it is a beautiful work of art
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October 19, 2010 at 8:59 AM
wow, quite interesting and fairly dark, enjoyed this one James,..P.D.
Mehta Avatar
October 19, 2010 at 8:16 AM
Very creative and intriguing write on Prometheus, james
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