Josh Southern


Lobotomised Sane - Poem by Josh Southern

His mind wept emptily, ghostly bare,
Half-alive he drifted unaware.
O what madness grips his devilish wits?
What disgraceful crimes this man commits
On evils very doorstep

We must cure this apocalyptic sin
Which hides and cowers from within,
An obedient pick will amend the soul
Of harmless minds we can’t control

Now blissfully he thoughtlessly dies
With sadness drenched in his ethereal eyes,
Pondering on nothingness

Who are we to judge our own?
Let the one without sin cast the stone

In our wicked world

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  • (12/25/2011 2:54:00 AM)


    The poetry makes beyond man can reach
    Who are we to judge our own?
    Let the one without sin cast the stone
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 31, 2011


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