Stood Over

Some people’s stomachs can’t handle the end

I’ve swallowed my wants and extended my needs

Letters saved and thoughts enclosed 

Years have passed but as read

it was what I used to want most 

The struggle is so divine;

speech tainted and pounds on the wall

I was man made and continue to be reborn

with each kiss began my birth

Hollowed out each time,

pots filled with corpses that have decomposed

Hands so dirty, sneak some seeds into me

Flourished dreams and so called affection

Tomorrow’s so soon and here grows a fool

Unearthed and awoken, put me back under

Miracles covered in dirt, all end up stepped all over.

Author's Note

Open to all criticism

Reviews

[AmongSavages]

I really love the descriptive and vivid details in the poem...I'm a sucker for imagery.
This person coming to terms with death and accepting the inevitable seems very wise.

[Rommel Martin]

You're very kind, I'm glad for the feedback! I'm new to these parts and showing my writing.

[AmongSavages]

Same here; It's been about a week. It's really cool to get checked out and get reviews when you're new, so I try to do the same. :)