Faces In The Well

Here, I have walled myself 

a simple life, marked and flogged 

a fool

 

All the scars bearing gently,

gentle as the carvings I have flinched,

as gentle wears a simpler face than fear

as one who dared to wear these faces left to follow

it is senseless not to reach to my common grave again

reflections being all that has placed on the days timeless offering

 

so many faces there are still to wear

with gifts betrayed as life has done before

and thus I must proclaim:

 

my hands turned bone will raise the sun from under heaven's grave; my heart taken for its will, will crawl to tear the names they have torn with fate before and wanting much from truth,  the truth ignored

My flesh no longer offerings for the breeze

as willingly I gift my wings for higher nests that follow

for simple  lives inspired and flogged from kindness 

tried and marked as a poor man's fool

and proud to be one life in many 

that died to wear it

Reviews

[Amada]

Sometimes when it comes to review, I find it bit difficult to review such a great poem.
All I can say is "great poem sir"

[Perdition]

Well finally it's finished and that is satisfaction enough. I appreciate your kind words and for you stopping by to read Rahul.Thanks ~

[Amada]

You are always welcome sir. 😊😊😊

[Perdition]

Well let' s hope that "sir" is meant as same..lol. Although at 53 who cares for the things I've seen but rather for what I've shared today. It is an old custom, but my father is Sir and I ..well I guess sir now but let's hope in the your same way..lol. Thanks..