A God that is Yours

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A God that is Yours

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened room as I kneel,
always a slave, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked flesh.

A reflection on a deathless face.

I raise my head, now defying
this oblivious Heaven.

-Beautiful Pollution

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

BeautyPollution’s Poems (18)

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Lost 0
Feelings 1
Loathing 0
what you have done 1
Night Of Ecstasy 0
The Random 1
A God that is Yours 0
Lustful Betrayal 0
conflict of intrest 0
Natural High 0
Fate 1
Puppet Master 0
I am the guide of inspiration (I am the daughter of Zeus) a muse. 0
the one that got away 0
My favorite flawed perfection 1
rotten friend particles 1
Wizard Of Cause (Followers of the fabricated road) 0
The Quiet Scream 0

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