Steve Voorhees Poet Free verse

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

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Carolyn Devonshire February 22, 2009 at 10:12 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

Christopher Higgins February 14, 2009 at 4:13 AM Very strong piece of writing Steve. You never disappoint with your writes filled with creativity. Good work.

Laurie Ginn February 13, 2009 at 11:29 PM Welcome back stranger! Sad and very heavy to read especially at this time of night.

Carolyn Devonshire February 13, 2009 at 11:17 PM Hi Steve, you're obviously not "shackled" as a writer. This is a very imaginative piece. Nice work! Carolyn

Michael Jordan February 13, 2009 at 9:55 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