Refuge in the City of Bones

Poem from my journal! I like this one!

A girl like me can’t find refuge in the City of Bones.

I’m too bad, too far gone.

I used to be someone beautiful, inside and out, but now I feel like a bag of bones.

So burn me up and spread my ashes.

It’s a life debt that I owe, but I can’t pay it back, for you are too far gone.

My joys gone with you on your journey take it and be happy where ever you go.

 

I’m a bag of bones.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

great poem I only wish it had a happy ending:)
..It’s a life debt that I owe, but I can’t pay it back, for you are too far gone..this line commanded my attention, as always you have done a great job.

[Kaitlyn]

really good :)

[Linear]

Are we not all just bags of bones, waiting to turn to dust. What roarke says is true, but it's an easy thing to correct, and once again well done

[roarke]

If you are a bag of bones, why can't you find refuge in the city of bones? I get a little confused between "I" and "you" in this piece. Outside the journal, the I and you's should be defined for the reader.