Free verse № 119725
Lust, and the Sad Soul
Lust.
It seems that all the world's a lust.
"Oh, if it were not a mortal sin, to make one's Love a God and worship it."
Woe to you, Giovanni.
For the body is lost, but the soul even more so.
It shudders in its own imortality.
For its weekness would last forever.
Does it not, as it wanders,
to and fro
along this God forsaken place?
Perhaps.
4 comments
"wonders" should be "wanders". And you can't wander "along" a place. You can wander along a promenade, the bank of a winding creek, or nearly anything else commonly understood as having length. A "place" does not.
This is actualy the first poem I've ever realy written down. So keep the critiques coming people! I need as much help as I can get.
i can feel it ..............
i know what's behind these lines .. i know the images cant be words
if it can be ...it will be other side where i think worlds and worlds will be lost there ....
Verse 3 is weak, for the cliche "to and fro," and for its bland wording.
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