Naked

My form, my skin,

my only proof of original sin

So warm, so thin,

this fragile tomb I’m imprisoned in

Why is it, I feel

so pensive, revealed

Perhaps it be fear,

mortality so vividly clear

It could be the shame,

my existence so patently plain

I shun it, with zeal

as empty, unreal

Oh to be clothed

. . .in a design all my own

Oh to be free

. . .to the stars I might flee

Reviews

[Serendipity Planet]

very clever , beautiful writing

[AYVID N]

This poem spoke to me of Nirvana or spiritual enlightenment and a poet who yearns to be free of physical shackles...such a beautiful and fluid read...

[Aventicus]

Yet it shall be the stars that taunt you in your mortal state. The realization of one's own mortality has quite an effect on one's perspective on themselves and life. It is maturing, but also saddening. You express a desire we all wish to live.

[Cait]

So simplistic, yet everything it needs. I really am amazed at your rhythm. I can't say it's something I lack, but it is definitely something you have a keen talent for--that and the expresiveness of your work. I was drawn from this by the name and first two lines, and it didn't prove ill on hope. Great piece.

[parentheses]

Thank you Cait. I do so much songwriting I think it tends to spillover in my poetry as well.