Prometheus

All these gifts, All these blessings in disguise
His mysterious ways, his sadistic delight


From the trees of eden that give a graveyard sigh
To the centipedes within me that just do not die


The students of the earth bicker together, both dung and honey flies
They buzz together, they fly together but alone they shall die


Oblivious to better sunsets, oblivious to a better day
Unknowing of their mouths,through which they can protest and say


Speak whatever their hearts may roar
And scream as high as their spirits can soar


All this sacrifice this hurt its worth it in the end
But alas when does it end
There is only so much a man can struggle
Only so far a stick can bend


The bludgeoning and beatings of this world have left in me a bitter dent
Flowers sweet and flowers rose have in them an infernal scent


These signatures of heaven on earth give me a hellish kind of gist
Gaze upon my hollow eyes can't you see the burning jewels dying in the mist


In pain here I found salvation I was delivered beneath the scythe
Dying and being born daily has given me a prometheus kind of vibe

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MortimerBlooming

Sat 9th May 2020 12:46

Thanks so much! I love this community here

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poemagraphic

Sat 9th May 2020 10:33

I adore your last line... Great poem.

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