SURVIVING

Skinned alive and ready to die

He crawls away to a hole in his mind

With a scream that hardly vibrates silence

No more! No more! I can take no more!

And all this flutters away to disappear

In the throats of towering choirs singing monotone grey

So that his thoughts no longer form words

And in that hole in his mind

His feelings are shaded darkness

Wrapped around his foetal form

And here he shall die a little

And lose something of himself

But then return anew

Phoenix-like and mutated

He shall return

 

                                 By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Emily B]

love and thoughts

[fargone]

thanks Emily. likewise. :)