On shame, for all
The words whispered to
The Forgotten Son.
Sinners do repent
To themselves, at least.
Who knows for sure
What is real?
What is coming?
Then return to norm,
Life is too persistent
In pursuit of
You – don’t resist.
How can you?
You are unaware,
Of shifting
From underneath.
Gradual steps
To nothing;
Decay has
Its ways.
Forgetfulness
Gets
You
Down.
He
Is
Forgotten
Again.
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I liked this poem a lot. The title somehow doesn't seem right, but it's your poem so....
On shame, for all
The words whispered to
The Forgotten Son.
Sinners do repent [quote]
This is my favorite paragraph. As the poem goes on it gets a bit wordy, but in this particular poem i guess it didn't make a big difference. So I guess it depends on which way you look at it.
Overall:
-creative
-nice word choice
-good detail
P.S. remember to get at least 2 reviews next time before you post. I can't wait for more!
-Moonlight