Without(Pieces Of Me)

 

Beneath the relentless sky

In a world built on subliminal treason

Are these aching bones

Virgin to daylight,

In search of sanctity;

Clutched in the vulture’s talons.

Removal of my flesh

Was vital in letting emotions flow.

Next the lungs had to be buried

Beneath the treaded dirt,

For without captive air

I could feel the true meaning

Of breathing.

Ripping out the heart

To leave it bleeding all over the ground

Allowed me to hear

The true meaning of love

Without the distorting beat

Distorting the truth.

Disposing of my stomach

Helped feed this barren wasteland

So I can see my hunger

Is not in vain.

Letting my mind shatter

And watching the pieces

Fall between the cracked terrain

Put in perspective

The education

That hinders my spirit’s freedom.

Now that I face

The harsh elements

And natural predators

In the rawest form possible

I feel confident

I am really living.

 

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Isn't that true, when the chips are down and we are facing the harshest elements of life that's when we are truly living. Those are probably the moments that will stand out the most to us when we gaze back over our fleeting lives. The fun and gay times are nice...but the rough ones where survival wasn't as easy, those are the bookmarking moments for most.

[Liza]

SO very INTENSE, this is a clear description of the chaos we sometimes feel but the clarity and simplicity of this expression helps me understand...

[Ruth]

"Put in perspective

The education

That hinders my spirit’s freedom."..........I love these lines! Makes me think of the fact that we are educated to a fault! That we lose all spirituality through being brain washed! After all, what is education? A means to get people to pass exams writing down what they have been told to learn! True learning is in the heart and consciousness!
This is a great pooem hon! Like the universal aspect to your work, wonderful
xx

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Yes, I can empathize with these feelings and emotions - to rub oneself raw and finally see, hear, taste the truth of it all. Well done!
Light,
SiddARTha

[Jola]

Rock ,
Live life to the fullest grasp moments that do not look for the escape
myself ... beautiful and sad poem!!!
Greetings:)J

[Loner]

Really good expression.

[Georgia Gypsy]

This speaks volumes of how sometimes a person has to be at rock bottom before they can look up again to search for the light of day. And i think even more can be taken from it...the imagry is great!
really love reading your work!
k

[Norma M Sutton]

Nicely said.

[Ferg]

Wow......incredible writing!

[Astrid Hamilton]

There is no treason on me anymore, too bad you feel somehow in (8)
if it was always you on you...
i guess there's that knowledge now no one can truly inspire you that same way there, no matter if you can pinch them,
i guess that means now you feel what was lost as true love never to be found again, truly,
under
the grasp of any talons that become ash.