A permanent mark of absolute,
slightly on the outside of complicated truth
stepping into the normality of winning,
but everyone loses in the end
while displaying a similar bruise as yesterday
as the takers keep on taking
ignorant to the fading essence,
that is our giving nature
crushing minds beyond repair,
slipping far from the shadowed road
shielding from stones thrown by unseen prying eyes,
sat in their pews spewing ignorance,
judging a person they never knew
the words chiselled on their headstones
won’t be the words they chose
there will be a select few grieving eyes
on the day they pass from the land of the living
making their way home to hell.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every time I heard this song the words came to me for the poem
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Comments4
A bad-hair mask there?!
I talk some rot sometimes. lol.
Lol
What came to my mind is the pious ignorance of a churchgoing flock unthinkingly following the outdated emotional blackmail of the religion which chose them as a child in whom they could instill fear for nefarious purposes.
Have to agree with dusk it is exactly how I felt too the being judged line nailed the point home. Powerful penning 👌
'It's the way you deal
In only absolutes
Everyone knows how to win
Until they lose
Sooner or Later we all
Wear a bruise'
love these lines from that song
and your poem, showcased
and built on the songs message so well,
a great write!
for me though, there's another song
that makes me reminisce
'youth's unshed scenes', every time:
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTjSS_zzEQg
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great lyrics originally,
but Teddy's cover gets to me on another level
I will check it out thanks 😊
That's a rite song ... I really liked it thanks for the recommendation
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