Old Bones

A short poem

I visit you in the night during the moon, as I can see you are restless.
                                Tossing
                                   and
                                Turning
Because your bones ache.

I subtly stroke the strands of white hair barely covering your spotted scalp.
                                 Dying
                                   and
                                Decaying
After being here for so long.

Find comfort in the fact that when your bones are swallowed by the earth, I will renew them.
                                Fresh
                                 and
                                Familiar
To make you feel young again.

I am not from the vapor clouds, nor am I from the heart of the earth.  
You will never see me.
You will never know me.
And when you are born anew, I will leave you.

So rest those old bones in that catafalque of cloth.
Unwrap your skin and let me take them.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Davina]

I like how you've simultaneously weaved the light and dark tone right through the poem. Also the ambiguity which cloaks the protagonist lends the poem another sinister layer.

[wickedcharm]

Fantastic. Loved the way you wrote it and the pictures you paint are realistic and dark. It left me a bittersweet taste in my tongue in the end, you should be proud for having the ability to write this well.

["Fanatical Dreamer"]

I love the way you write very colorful ,your images are clearly seen

[Tony Crego]

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