It’s the dogma of the righteous.
It’s the sceptre of the king.
It’s the poison in the chalice.
It’s the axe that madmen swing.
It’s the sorrow for no reason.
It’s the bitterness of tears.
It’s the act without redemption.
It’s the fear, of fear, of fears.
It’s the pain of never knowing.
It’s the wound that never heals.
It’s the pressure of the darkness.
It’s your fate that someone seals.
It’s the waking in the morning.
It’s the building-up of silt.
It’s the last gasp of the drowning.
It is guilt, it’s guilt, it’s guilt.
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cool versing of the theme of 'baggage'.. if I was doing this.. I might change the mechanics a little.. and say it like this: It’s the dogma of the righteous. the sceptre of the king. the poison in the chalice. the axe that madmen swing. the sorrow for no reason. the bitterness of tears. the act without redemption. the fear, of fear, of fears. It’s the pain of never knowing. the wound that never heals. the pressure of the darkness. your fate that someone seals. the waking in the morning. the building-up of silt. the last gasp of the drowning. It is guilt! guilt! guilt! (guilt!)? but that is just me.. and how I would do it.. still great read!
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Yeah, it works that way too Ailill. Thanks for taking the time to read it. I do performance poetry, and the next time I perform this one I will give it a try your way.
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