Transformation

I like the idea of
Transformation
The transformation of
My personality
Bound by chains
Made of smoke
Blown out of
Your lungs
Blacker
And blacker than coal
Every time you
Unstick that rolled lethal stick
From your sealed lips
Every time you
Finish another cigarette
Building a ladder
Pilling a notch on top of the lower
To your heavenly bed
Made by a quilt
Of thorns stubbing your path
Of my open-palm strokes
Sliding your endearing gentle face

I like the idea of
Evolving from a molecule
Into an atom moulded
As I go along
By people's stories, fights and worries
But
Accomplishment of one
Can kill the pursuit of
Becoming the queen
Of my own fate

I'm being swindled
- By an invisible finger
- Of Gods' reigning only
- On pages rendered sallow
- By their growing ages
Into whimsical decisions
Preposterous in their nature
Be that the admittance
Of my mistakes I've made

A pang of guilt prickles me
Goose bumps of remorse
Cover my vulnerable thin skin
Sit on my throat
Obliterate my voice
- Now so hoarse
- Out of regretful crying
Whispering in a muffed manner
Your wisdom
Tattooed on my brain
Into the pillow
Of unanalysable dreams
By psychiatrists, but me
Wishing to eat my words
Not my dinner
And to let my apology
Assert itself
Through calling out
Starving messages
Answered by
Your sandy muteness
Pouring through
The narrowest centre
Of the hourglass
Of its used-to-be crystal
Walls tainted
By my puzzlement
- Scratching my hair
- Nodding my head
Never to be disentangled
Due to
- Your obliviousness
- Your resolute thinking
Locked with the key
As iron as Lady Thatcher's
Parliamental Queendom
Carved out of hippo stubborness
Bearing your f*****g ignorance
Your beautifully rotten
Persistent resistance!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked your thoughts.
I'm being swindled
- By an invisible finger
"- Of Gods' reigning only
- On pages rendered sallow
- By their growing ages
Into whimsical decisions
Preposterous in their nature
Be that the admittance
Of my mistakes I've made "
The above lines. I could write a epic poem from. Life is taking changes and hoping for a good ending. Strong statements left thoughts to ponder for the reader. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kate]

OMG! I do appreciate your comments! So unexpected! I thought this poem was really bad, but still decided to post it. Thank you very much!

[Coyote Poetry]

It was good. Wild words create wild thoughts.

[Kate]

It was actually the other way round :) wild thoughts created wild words, as to express the thoughts aptly! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Either way. Make the mind create and wander.