Hubris
Dissolved into the masses,
why do you remain unaware
that you batter the hearts of strangers
Who do not feel your fist?
Will you rest,
Now that there is clearly no triumph in your conquests?
Now you are desperate without the heart that you sifted as chaff?
What are you if you are inhuman?
Animal, or the undead?
feeding from another’s heart
and their heart rejected.
And you; you kept nothing sacred.
So eager to take your poison,
draught upon draught of their intoxication
but where now is flesh your faithless companion?
and the family you sold for a stolen coat
With the vanity of a peacock
and such gloating!
Now you are scattered, blown by the four winds
Love was the anchor, the great law rescinded
by the fawning that now fails to warm,
aye, and the flattery that led you to harm.
Voices that lulled. Voices that led.
Always the same, leading to the same end.
Sirens so clearly intent on destruction.
In this chill, and the void you have created
Where your own life falls among those you have wasted
and the flesh of your own arm become the only anticipated
Will you learn? Will you turn back
and hold to hearts you once spurned?
About Me
- Elizabeth Manuel
- Yorkshire, United Kingdom
- Born Elizabeth Maiden, one of four children, I have written poetry since the age of fourteen, although it didn't occur to me till recently to save or share the things I wrote as I never imagined as a young adult that I I would ever want to share my deepest thoughts with anyone. Now I keep my poems as a sort of shorthand diary of key moments from my life. My hope is that other 'poets' might derive some pleasure and comfort from mutual recognition of feeling expressed here.
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