~Seeds~

[homer1950]

~Seeds~
From a Guilty Heart to a Broken Soul
Inspired by Orson Scott Card, T.S.Elliot, and a friend of mine who called himself my poet.

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I'm sorry
Sorry sorry please
  Seeds of death within me dwell
This silence, like a winter freeze
The sorrow of a broken soul

Your goddess 
Was created not
  They find their feed in happiness 
To dwell above the one she thought
A flame that could not go amiss

That word
With power to change a heart
  Their joy in my repeated pain
Innocent bond that ne'er would part
Το shinning screen, a hidden stain

My mind
With guns and knives it asks
  They grow in all I dare to touch
An empty soul, not made to last
A fallen world, not made for us
     ~s.a.

This might sound like a repeated critique. Your poem while sounding lofty and ethereal in parts, does not make sense. The stanzas feel like stand alones rather then connected. Your imagery is very good and meter was fine also. Perhaps in a re- write you could bring more clarity to the piece.

Thanks Homer