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In your metal castle
Stains of rust defiling once immaculate
metal just like your soul is corroded.
Abstaining from sin has briefly stopped
the flow of evil inside these tainted walls.
Evil, that almost has substance like black
tar is slowly invading your hidden fortress.
Seeping in through cracks in the walls
with every one of your wicked thoughts.
Wicknedness that takes shape and form
assaults the solitude of your secret life.
"One day, I won't be able to keep the
monsters away. I will be like one of them,"
you ponder as you fervently pray.
A wonderful read ... The best
A wonderful read ... The best thing I like about this poem is that it delves into a fundamental quality known as hope .. something that we all manage to carry around despite things around us ... Beautiful stuff :)
Had written a few poems on a similar line, would appreciate a review :)
He who knoweth himself ... knoweth the world ....