Shame

The shamed face of a coward looks upon me.

The supplication

you seek

finds no appease.

 

A pitiful creature

breeding pitiful offspring,

and here I stand in smiles,

facing the waste of you.

 

Grimacing

behind glimmering eyes

at your wretched children.

 

Wondering

what women they'll become.

 

They have the look of you.

The shame of you.

Forever bearing

the pompousness of you.

 

They are the despised.

The despicable you.

Come to grow, live, and be you.

 

My patience will inevitably wane for all that surrounds you.

You bore me.

I haven't a need, nor want

of silt like you.

 

Find your way through to the exit,

never to remind anyone again

of the banality

you shower

upon all that befriend you.

Had you a friend.

 

It's as though

life will churn a storm

of the torrentially insipid.

 

When all remembrance

has perished for good

take joy in the fruits you have lain.

The daughters that are nothing

more than your recycled pity.

 

Come to share

their wellspring of spite

upon us all.

 

For generations.

 

For generations.

 

How dare you breed.

Reviews

[Sparrow]

Julia spoke to me today and I wanted to ask her how dare she breed. Do you think that would have been rude or am I just supposed to say those things silently inside my head?

[Nykkiicia Cion]

There is a strong tone of resentment in this piece. I almost wonder if the voice in the poem is the one who feels the most shame for coming into contact with 'the shamed face of a coward'.