When beauty jeers your tourtured soul...


My Life of Luxury

As I sit and stare out rose-colored glass,
Out into a field, blooming with life,
I realize I'm ensnared in a mass
Of pure and innocent strife,

Sickened, I glare back into the room,
That apparently is mine,
Silk bed-sheets blanket my doom,
Velvet upholsteries remind me of how less then fine,
I really am,
I drank expensive wine,
And a whole Virginia ham,
When on this morn' I dined,

The smell of sweet spring,
Is choking me,
The little birds sing,
And I wish the racket would leave me be!
Mockery stares me in the face,
Through all the beauty throughout the world,
I'm sick of this rat-race!
I'm sick of living in the land of pearls,

Rubies, diamonds, and beautiful surroundings,
Flowers and sunshine jeer me,
I am trapped amongst the darkest of Hell's kings,
Dying a slow painful death in my life of luxury!



Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
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Written on 2007-03-23 at 22:30

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
It is not the subject matter that causes the anguish we suffer that should be measured. The fact that one is suffering from anguish is the most important aspect. What ever the cause the extreme anguish felt is the same for all of us and nobody should have to suffer it. A very brave and poignant write.
2007-03-24


normalil
I think we all feel guilty at times about the way we live our lives. When we think of how others have to live, we are indeed in the lap of luxury, but are we content? Very well put.
2007-03-23