Dust Below the surface level waste Above the rooms of empty lust Lies supine, the smallest trace Of steel amongst the iron's rust: In a crowded room,where meat is picked Like cattle in a slaughterhouse There is one amongst the tricked As timid as a churchyard mouse Irrelevant to those that stare Her eyes are pure, with love imbued I watch the dog unleashed to snare The gentle flower of pulchritude The primal beast has set his sights Driven on by soulless noise Impervious to the flashing lights Concupiscent glances are deployed Reject or reciprocate High or low,which shall prevail? I watch her as her eyes dilate As the greedy mongrel wags its tail The lecher moves in for the kill Bolstered by his vanity Adhering to his routine drill He whispers cheap profanities Yet the words corrode inside her mind Hideous, insidious,selfish and base She is merely the prize ,as she suddenly finds The reward for his tenacious chase His wandering hands are pushed away Yet I can see it's herself she begins to despise So easy to be led astray To lose the love inside those eyes I leave alone, my faith restored As she turns from him in faint disgust Amongst the empty,she is pure A speck of gold lost in the dust
Reason for writing:
Mainly inspired by T S Eliots 'The Waste Land'
Birth sign: Aquarius
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