Artificial (Draft).

pray to your artificial god,
my mania sulks, 
the black corvid longs
for me;
lost within shunted 
	an affair with emotions
there, into a new split mind
never understanding the burden of faith
bound to my hands. I wait death
with my tears, 
a nightmare of art:
feeling well and guilt
feeling well and forgotten.

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Written for the twitter MadVerse prompt: “Artificial Gods.”

Categories: Poetry, Prose

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19 replies

  1. I think you got me with that opening line 🙂

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  2. An affair with emotions, and, split mind, wow, that’s powerful. Also love the last couple lines and the paradox you are pointing too. Is beautiful, Lucy.

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  3. That opening line was really powerful. The way you merge emotions and thoughtful thinking together is really exceptional. Loved this Lucy ❤

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