Student of Socrates

Those who hide do so by wearing

the drapes of sophism.

Killing those around them

using simple syllables;

Words sound like honey

drenched in hemlock.

Death to you

          student of 

                       Socrates

Author's Note

This poem was something I just wrote late one night working in my lab and originally had no punctuation, so I just threw some in there for those who might freak out. It was more of a free verse kind of thing.

Reviews

[Neville]

Wow .. profoundly punctuated if you ask me .. and articulated almost to the point of perfection .. Neville :)

[kianatahleigh]

Thank you, I really appreciate it!

[Neville]

you are most welcome :)