Your Skin

Escape is all that is takes,

A day off from your costume party,

To your birthday or may be a friend’s,

That matters no more,

 

The price of attachment,

Comes with cleaning the rust

That scars freedom,

 

Bewildered in thy presence

 

Scathed in virtues that bind,

I breathe, swimming in the waters

Of a weeping stone,

Truth is fear,

I am afraid!

 

Pain was an excuse to stay awake

For things that were negligible

Came in thick, dark swarms,

 

The silly little life burnt in a toaster.

 

If you’re not comfortable in your skin

May be this isn’t the life you should be living,

Death is something more formal,

In the end...  Time kills us all...

Reviews

[Corset]

yeah, verily I say unto you, lol...this is incredible! the last stanza is killer, no pun intended. There is so much truth to what you say, but we are born into the skin we are in, but ..but...just maybe someone comes along and loves the skin we are in and then it ceases to matter what kind of skin we have as long as it fits.

[Coyote Poetry]

"If you’re not comfortable in your skin
May be this isn’t the life you should be living,"
Such wisdom in the poem. I like the logic and question brought to life by this poem. People are never happy. Could have the world at their feet. And they want more. Last lines made the poem complete. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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. i love your writing ... i love all your pieces ... but this one ... this one, for me, is the best one ... this is where the universe of your philosophy meets the universe of all of humanity ... i loved the title ... loved how your thoughts unraveled ... and the last 9 lines are absolutely out of this world spectacular ... vivid, powerfully expressed, profound, and perceptive poetry ... outstanding work, dude ... utterly outstanding work ... it's when life meets poetry thus that poetry connects the true poet with such true words ... and that's what's truly amazing in any one's poetic journey ...