Clean it up

I wrote this randomly. I was sick and tired of everything and suddenly my hands started writing.

In a big city,

In this big world

We are like the scattered pieces falling here and there.

Do you ever imagine those pieces to be one?

I am sure

Its too difficult to sustain.

I am only dreaming .

I tried to magnify my eye lens,

With a hope to explore the world that I dreamed.

But now they are approaching to a path of contraction

Which will sleep and subsequently vanish somehow and someday.

All left will be the darkness covering this entire view.

I looked in to my soul mirror and saw a blur image of mine.

Layers of dust had accumulated over my soul.

They were Dark and intense,

Wet and viscous.

I was wondered

Where and how the purity had gone?

I wanted to bring my soul back to life.

I rubbed it hard and hard

And ended up with a violent wound.

I tried to wipe it completely

But it gave me pain and blood stains.

I am like submarine ,

submerged in mud lake.

God , lift me up.

Dump me in an ocean of freshness.

Burn the dirty layers over

and make my soul clean.

Divert it to the path where it actually belongs.

If not, then detach it from my clay body.

Let it free.

My soul is immortal not me……………..

Reviews

[Samuel Jack]

There's a lot going on in this poem, I get the feeling the modern way of life doesn't suit you, and the introspective sections like "I looked in to my soul mirror and saw a blur image of mine" then you talk about the darkness inside of you, that's something everyone has, I agree with your observation. A good flow of conciseness poem.

[writer in trial]

You nailed it right friend
Thanks :)

[OBWhiteHawk]

Very nicely done. The feeling of being dirty pervades as well as the desire to be purified.

[writer in trial]

Thanks Dear :)
Yeah you're right. Nowadays to be clean and get a clean heart is very rare. All we want to clear the dirt but circumstances become obstruction.

[Leandro Mendez]

such a nice ending to a cool poem, very nice :)

[writer in trial]

Thanks a lot :)

[Simon Welsh]

I love it. That last line!

[writer in trial]

Thanks Dear :)