An Homage Poem by Leonard Gorski

An homage

I paid homage to Beauty's altar
Not conscious that it is only skating rink or…
"Downhill ecstasy."
And still ignorant: how is it possible,
That good God leaving us at pray of Beauty,
Which paralyze those, who sacrifice their own fate.
And I fell astonishment and grief
That life is a line of renunciation
Steady exposé on suffering our tender senses.
Finally, punish that way: showing others suffering
Whereas ours are just sentimental tears…

Where is the Beauty
Which affects and same time sublimates ones?

Where is the place for
What fills our self
And leave deep inside emptiness …

Who's going to judge this?