Losing Myself in Poetry

I lose a piece of myself with every poem

There is poetry

that rubs on my bones like sandpaper

I am waning under the weight

of losing myself 

to mediocre creative expression

as I write with my arthritis fingers

pieces of who I am 

drop to the floor

leaving loneliness to fight

with the happiness my mind is trying to find

as my bones become ghosts

of what they were when I was born 

fragile to the touch

of everyone I ever loved

God looks at me as his only failure

He never expected for me to fade 

this quickly

beside the guided worries

that I was never meant to be alive

these words change my mind for 

a moment in time

but I am still left with

a self destructing body 

and a decaying mind

Reviews

[BlackPrince]

The Creator of Heaven and Earth loves you and has a good purpose for you and expects you to truly enjoy your life. Know that happiness and joy start within. Love yourself and that is positive about you. Keep doing the positive things (such as your writing) that make you happy. Our happiness does not depend on others necessarily. Life and nature show that there is a perfect equilibrium that upholds the globe; this means that day and night collaborate alternately yet they are unique and needed in their own right. So love yourself first deeply and everything else will make sense.

[Maxwell Ryder]

Wow. I like it. I don't agree with it. But I still enjoy the imagery. I rather think that with every poem I leave, I leave a more complete picture of me. But I get what you are striving for here. Please know that I think you were meant to be, even if you don't think God does about his creations.