Burning Bones

All we know is all we are.

All we want will leave a scar.

Fading dolls and dimming stars.

Needles seeking and deserts bleeding.

Everything is but a blur, no one is sure.

Left behind, I was never awake.

Entangled in my snakes, drowning in my lake.

Beneath it all, flesh breaking, maggots decaying, eyes aching.

But I cannot sedate all that I hate.

Breathing poison, made of all that I take.

Behind the blooming cancer and beyond the burning bones.

I am not alone.     

Author's Note

Sorry it's probably not one of my best but anyway please let me know your thoughts.

Reviews

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The first ten lines of your poem bring the reader into a blurry world filled with lost youth, faded dreams and deep scars brought about by the 'cancer' growing inside; the sense of abandonment is overwhelming as the individual struggles to quiet the demons of hate...it really reminds me of an actual cancer patient (I had a friend who passed away at 21 with Leukaemia and this is how I imagine it was like for her - struggling to understand while having to ingest the poisonous chemo)...but, as in other pieces you have written, there is a breath of hope in your final lines: behind all the pain there is something or someone to hold on to...the individual is not alone.

You've penned another great piece, Twiggy, and there is no need to apologize for it...

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Feels like, dying on the inside. But, i'm probably wrong... Anyways, well done, i like it.