Before Metaphors

Before the metaphors and metal forged

I sat ignored and lonesome

alone and broken

Groanin' in an ocean of token defeat

rote motions

dead feet

My feats retreat

bleeding dreams and fleeced sheep

eaten lacking wheat

a sheath for elite meat treats and bleep heaps

Driven deeper steeper

hear her cry when satellites fly

I sit outside and mind my own business

but in this bees nest I'm best before checks in reality

I'm a liability

to the masks of sentimental sentinels

brandishing fundamental finality on the mantle of rivalry

Sodden grease and I follow she

all of me

falling free

solemn freeze

I'm free-falling asleep 

Author's Note

Enjoy...!

Reviews

[Omikron]

I keep returning to this poem solely because of the well-crafted mastery etched behind every word. It flows as easily on the tongue as smooth brandy, and it is truly stunning what a talented poet can accomplish with just a few simple letters. Bravo! I will continue to enjoy this many times over.

[apennylate]

Thank you, Omi, it it appreciated!
I am glad one of us likes this poem that much...

[Spamalot]

"Before the metaphors and metal forged I sat ignored and lonesome"

Oh woe is me. Your writing pretty much reads like Lydia's letter in Beetlejuice.

" I sit outside and mind my own business..."

Naaa. Were that true I'd not be here.

[apennylate]

Dance, doggy, dance

[apennylate]

Bro don't take the time to personally and specifically review my poems... That shows WAY too much investment, just copy and paste something, otherwise people might think you have deeper feelings for better writing than you actually do.

[schlanks]

I feel like this poem just swept me off my feet and whisked me far away. The way you put words together leaves me in awe. A poem I want to keep getting lost in.

[apennylate]

Thanks very much, Schlanky, I tend to get lost as well.
Not just in words, but also streets...