Carbonite Soul

Carbonite Soul

A Poem by Wunderlich
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It's f*****g cold.

"

The soothing breath of the sun spreading atop the trees
Its purity caressing the land and brushing away worries
But above me stands a cannopy of leaves
Like a cloud on a stormy day everything's anticipating something to go wrong
And the warmth and light of the sun is distorted until it's gone
Never reaching my face, leaving me cold in both states

 


I've seen God
I've seen his face
I've looked into his eyes
I felt no faith

I've seen Man
I've his his face
Just one and the same
I feel no faith


Just another frozen soul
Encased in carbonite with nowhere to go
Always on the move
This search will never end
There is no destiny planned

Just another frozen soul
Encased in this cold world full of holes
Always on the move
This search will never end
I'll find myself burried deep within

I'll head toward the lights
The lights in the middle of the road
As a last resort to escape this bleeding world
The ones who claim they're here for peace
Are always the ones who kill for beliefs


I emerge from the forest that withheld this tranquility from me
My flesh is ridden with frostbite and my soul drowned in disease
In front of me stands a towering massif
Like a bottle of Jack in the face of an alcoholic
The sun descends, its warmth falling behind the mountain
I can almost feel it against my face, teased and left cold in both states

© 2009 Wunderlich


Author's Note

Wunderlich
I've replaced certain words/phrases with new ones. Thanks to Cassandra for the critique.

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Very true. I hate how religion has spurred so much war and everything. idealism is usually burned and crashed and turned into something twisted and people are scaved and damaged in the end. another great write wunderlich!

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Posted 15 Years Ago


This is a very somber and strong piece. And quite visual which really lets the reader feel that extreme cold you describe. The title caught my attention, had me thinking futuristic and this poem almost seems futuristic except for the fact that it isn't and is occurring around us. I thought it had good flow in the beginning, almost like a metal song.. I enjoyed the rhyming bits .. but you break it here

Just another frozen soul
Encased in this cold world full of ghouls
Always on the move
This search will never end
Buried deep within I'll find myself

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on October 18, 2008
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