An interesting and flowing depiction of sympathy! Liked it!
Sympathy For The...
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A sneer erupts from the great unknown,
A baroque perversion, an undead zone,
I can't help but point a finger,
I stop and stare, a whisper blown,
Like a kiss at that embittered singer.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
The laughing rises like Gothic spires,
And pierces God's beloved triers,
Lazarus returns, hard work undone,
By my cruel, malicious, taunting fires,
That seduce the first born son.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
A thousand words, friends are worth,
Of pity, spite, and agonising mirth,
They're tortured behind their crooked backs,
To ears that await compassion's birth,
And scribe hatred with timeless plaques.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
Trust not the message, but the words inside,
See how one commits verbal suicide,
For the chance of forsaken love,
Flamboyant screams to sound outside,
And wreck the heavens that trail above.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
A baroque perversion, an undead zone,
I can't help but point a finger,
I stop and stare, a whisper blown,
Like a kiss at that embittered singer.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
The laughing rises like Gothic spires,
And pierces God's beloved triers,
Lazarus returns, hard work undone,
By my cruel, malicious, taunting fires,
That seduce the first born son.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
A thousand words, friends are worth,
Of pity, spite, and agonising mirth,
They're tortured behind their crooked backs,
To ears that await compassion's birth,
And scribe hatred with timeless plaques.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
Trust not the message, but the words inside,
See how one commits verbal suicide,
For the chance of forsaken love,
Flamboyant screams to sound outside,
And wreck the heavens that trail above.
Sympathy, that trusted friend,
Follows me to journey's end,
And while I stutter, shake and smile,
The world breaths again, but for a while.
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(Posted on 2010-06-28 12:57:00 by )
The personification of emotion, in this case sympathy, is always effective and perceptually descriptive. I liked the poem. Poetry, for the poet is about speaking to your emotions and having them answer back in kind. I think this poet feels that karma while writing his/her work. I enjoyed it. Thank you.