Back Doors And Killer Floors

The only sin in the world is ignorance. - Thoreau

deep in the incubus of a disquieted slumber

as i make love to a microphone of ignominy

an organ of sorrow moans the stygian, midnight hour

lies and deception visit through the back door

their sins stalking me like a street-savy succubus in need of more

seeking to abort the truth i know

and devour my soul

but i am tethered with the umbilical of ubiquity

nourished by a placenta of faith

unwilling to succumb to sorrow

awaiting a new birth in yet another tomorrow

snatched from the jaws of perdition

deposited in eden

long before it fell

oh this sin

this secret sin

how the hell did it get here

who left the door open

how did it get in

Author's Note

"Alas! This is the crying sin of the age, this want of faith in the prevalence of a man. Nothing can be effected but by one man. He who wants help wants everything. True, this is the condition of our weakness, but it can never be the means of our recovery. We must first succeed alone, that we may enjoy our success together." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Amazing choice of vocabulary here Pete, great alliteration and use of metaphor. So many poetic devices in a short poem. Love the title too. Well penned.

Chris

[Pete]

thanks for the kind visit and for sharing chris ... :)

[Amber Stone]

amazing your poetry, and this personal seal you stamp by, ... impressive the last-lonely-verse and the free rhymes you usually give in your poems, like the most needed magical closure. thank U Pete for emerge and share. sincerely, Amber.-

[Pete]

thank you amber. your thoughts and kindness shine like a well-polished gem ... :)