Sinner

My righteous indignation has borrowed my frustration

In a nation full of hate despised by coming fate

Lost and lonely the darkness only 

Holds the keys to which have shown me

The pious faces are soul disgraces 

In the empty spaces of which we hide

Abide they cried but set aside 

Their faith in nothing they're lost inside

So gorge yourself in this world of sin 

Crown your soul and begin within

 

Author's Note

I haven't written many poems and not sure if it is correct in form or whatever but would gladly take any criticism.

Reviews

[deeps]

I really enjoyed the honesty of this write. I loved your last two lines the best. This is a very well written write.