Victor - My Poem. Comment on this at mylot.

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Here is a copy of my poem, originally published in Triond. Dear mylot friends, please do read this and make a comment. As you may perhaps know, a comment from my friends here means a lot to me. Thank you. VICTOR I drank my mother’s milk To grow up tall and declare My independence, To assert my freedom from The folly of human relationships. I was brought up by the ethics Of an organized religion Which formed my sensibilities, And lent me the essence of existence, If not the lesser evils of social status And recognition that came along… But I chose to defy Its authoritarian outlook later To prove a point, And for fun. I was led to the pinnacles of love By my peers who showed me The skeletons of passion Gnawing at living flesh Bared by godless souls. I did stay there for a while And called it the valley of the dead. I did call out deafeningly From the safe summit of my life For darkness from the depths Of God’s sin. I did play down The game of fidelity To taste sweetness in death And shun all failure. The deluded dissenter in me Did make me applaud The foul players who forged my life And tear apart the ones who deserved Success, plainly because They were not like me. I drank blood From my own veins To gain the wisdom Of survival, To learn that it means nothing To die when it’s possible To kill and live. I forsake my pleasures For My Pleasure. I am the victor And my trophies aplenty Will decorate my marble vault While the worms hesitate Before they devour my Noble self.