Skeletal

She sits alone and wonders

if this is all they'll ever see

lookin beyond the skin and bones

of this skeletal body

she looks into the mirror

and winces at what she saw

she faces the rear, and sheds a tear

and sees something so raw

so straight forward filled with fear

were her eyes so red and glazed

pupils the size of marbles

that sat inside her skeletal face

when she moves she creaks and groans

as if she was an old set of stares

her bodys made of latex and stones

and she doesnt think anyone cares

when she bends her body squeaks

like she needs and old oil can

but when she stretches, her body leaks

so she took one breath and began to ran

and underneath her fragile feet

the road seemed smooth and cold

but harsher was the undertow

that shredded away her bones

and as her bones gave way

chipped and sprinkled the ground

she began to smile and say

im finally real as she looked around

the people were cheering

and urging her on

no longer fearing

that she had no one

but when it was all said and done

and she went home that night

she took a look in the mirror

and frowned for she was still full of fright

she looked at her body 

all shiny and new

but her eyes still looked the same

she saw there was no way to change inside

through her eyes she could see

skeletal was her name

Reviews

[GTVile]

I like this. Its a thought-provoker. That's my favorite type of poem. I liked the unique imagery. The last few days I have read some pieces with good poetic imagery, but this one used some strange twists that I really liked. Its subtly dark, which makes the piece kind of creep up on you toward the middle of it. It speaks volumes under the surface in a rare way. I would just watch out for the few grammatical errors. Beyond that, its great!

[Tony]

Recovery can leave a person feeling just as "skeletal" as the addiction. Strong imagery and poem here.

Makosica

[Michael Pisher]

i love this dear. beautifully written

[Matthew Kult]

No worries, when I said you I was talking in General. Sorry, I very rarely assume the poem is about the person who wrote....cause in that case I would be a complete psychopath...although that would explain a lot.

regards,

Matthew

[Megan E Twenter]

Well, I appreciate that but that's not how I feel about myself. When I write something it's not necessarily about me, sometimes it's more of a story or things I see happening to people around me. But I'm glad that you found the meaning of this as well, haha.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Megan,

It's a horrible thing to be alone, not having any friends, companions, just someone to talk too. However you shouldn't have to change to become something others desire...you shouldn't have to be something your not. You should be who you are. Course I would rather just burn the whole f'ning world down...but that is just me.

Regards,

Matthew