So many enact the scene

Without want for an encore

Blinded by the bright lights

Of need and longing

Reciting endless incantations

Before a lowly crowd

When all they ever wanted

Was to want what was not allowed

The burning flames they brandish

Are doused by the pious

Who swathe them in robes

For the martyred

Relinquishing their freedom

For a crown

Stuffing their feelings down

Stuffing their feelings down

Suffocating  on words

Inspired by the godless

Whose wombs breed derision

That cannot be vanquished

By the sightless

©Kay Salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on August 26, 2015, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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