Still I Stand

I stand immoral in the shadow of world's heart.

As I am, without mercy.

I adore flame and ash.

I relish this lifeless hatred and imagine myself dark pilliars of chaos.

A seemly parade of lost infatuations marching to

destinations within the lonely mountain of my spirit.

Suddenly, I have become my own ignorance and I am amused.

The whole of the heavens could not contain my suffering and it spills out onto the battle field of my soul.

I accept the world's revenge and in agony cast aside my pride.

And still I stand immoral.

Author's Note

Reviews

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Nice bit of writing you've got gonig on here. I like the tone of defying circumstances you've got going on here

[Nusquam Esse]

Only one typo of note here, 'spill' you need an additional word around it, or a different tense. This is a great piece, which I feel is about standing resolute in who you are, even when those around you consider it to be incorrect. To not simply follow the social norms, but to carve out who you are. Excellent piece man! We should all carefully and meticulously craft our own morality, even when those around us may declare us immoral. Umm... I don't know if you would want to have this nuance, since it does change the meaning of the poem substantially. But maybe change the last immoral to 'amoral'? Or you could even do the first one, to completely flip the meaning on its head! Figured I might mention the idea if you have yet to consider it.

[Jack...]

Very cool my friend. It seems you have your strength back. Good to see something new.