People crouch in messy piles Attacked on all avenues of sorrow Whimpering words Their pride made them eat We are gluttons of pride Slurping it up in hungry laps Prancing about displaying fine threads Feeling a mighty farce Who understands the psychology of pity Twinges that take us back to humanity Unless your meter's broken Far too few repairs are made in our day Gold chains and Badges of their favorite bands Worn proudly on their sleeves Perfectly posed hair,eye contact,stature Twisted fascination in the mirror Blocks where the window goes Dancing wildly To a premeditated beat Music stops at the skin The hide has grown thick Under the spell of taking formation Into such a calloused individual Incidentely Past the glass is a flaming meadow Looming above are the clouds of apocolypse Like betrayed barnyard animals Intuition is no longer an option If you follow the procession You won't notice you're on fire
wow! this is a very great poem, it's very thoughtful and you use imagery with great power. I hope to see much more of your work!
