Articulations of Sin, Three
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godless
The godless go thankless into the night.
Gone is the dawn in them…
violently raptured are their souls
to the darkness of earth's hidden caverns.
Hurled down by ingratitude,
on a bed of choice comfort lusts.
Vanity, hopelessness and endless drudgery.
T'were point to it in the now,
yet eternity follows death.
Sheol strikes their heart,
crushing out the light.
Death is in them...
zombie fatigue.
Their flowers bloom dust,
roots rotten sick.
The godless go thankless into the night.
- Jared Williams
Today (June 20) is apparently SA's winter solstice for the year of 2020. The longest night of the year. I coincidentally published this poem today, laughs :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this short little poem of truth. Well written Jared.
ReplyDeleteIt was initially even shorter, lol: "The godless go thankless into the night." Then I thought I better expand on this, and the rest came; gladly still managed to keep ot punchy.
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