Wilted Soul

I wrote this when I was 20 in 1968. Thought I would share it exactly as it was written. Freestyle Poetry

Wilted Soul

Grey Streets - Grey People ...

Severed fingers;

that's all that lingers.

A glucose bottle reviving a wilted soul.

Another moment of life 

to be wasted with eyes closed.

Veins exposed - blue and purple.

Hearts exposed - empty.

Author's Note

If you happen to read my poem I would appreciate a review.
I always review what I read.
Thank you,
Lisa

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Very heartfelt thoughts about aging and what is left for us in life…everything is grey….drab, so much pain, so much suffering, so much death…
This poem is deep and I can imagine some of my close relatives living like this…sad memories too…..and emptiness
I love this, means so much
Best, B

[Lisasview]

Not sure if you know it or not but I was 20 in 1968 and, wrote this... so most likely it is about my view of people not being there...emotionally... not caring.
Lisa

[Betty Hermelee]

wow, amazing you sure fooled me Lisa,...a lovely poem....whatever it means to the reader.
Best, B

[Lisasview]

Isn't that what is so wonderful about poetry!!
Nice new avatar of your!
Lisa

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re an amazing poet! Thanks!

[Lisasview]

What a wonderful thing to say..
It makes my heart sing...
Lisa

[Soyam]

A haunting portrayal of desolation's hold, In grey streets where grey people unfold. Severed fingers, a grim symbol of despair, Yet a glimmer of life in the glucose's repair. Veins and hearts exposed, a poignant reflection, Capturing the emptiness with introspection.

A good one. Thanks for it :)

[Lisasview]

As I wrote this around 65 years ago I am not sure exactly how I was feeling... but most likely not really happy... Not knowing what my direction would be...
Thank you for reading and reviewing,
Lisa, now in Spain

[Soyam]

65 years ago...
Hope with time, u crossed several hurdles and finally in a position you are satisfied with.

[joshua deathdealer]

The lingering severed finger really sticks throughout the read and the empty hearts ending.. Beautiful.
The girl in the picture.. Her facial expression really accents the mood.
I'm a sucker for a well designed piece. Beautifully done!!

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review my work.
The girl in the photo is me at 16 years.
Somehow it appeared at the top but was meant to be my avatar….
Although I did not realize it at the time I wrote this using metaphors.
As an artist I enjoy doing designed pieces.
You might enjoy Innocence or Awaken both newer pieces…or Miles Apart.
Lisa, now in Spain

[Akinlolu]

My God. Your poem is older than I am. But the thoughts are deep. The disturbing truth is that we all pass through grey and hopeless moments. We all experience seasons when the heart feels empty. Thank God those seasons don't last forever for all of us. I love the sunshine but the grey seasons teach me to look beyond the gloom and to dare believe that the sun will smile again. Also, the grey seasons help me to know for real who my friends are. Thank you

[Lisasview]

I just saw that you were on line and was about to read one of your poems and then I saw a review had come in...and it was you...Yes, older than you... but I was pretty wise even then at the young age of 20.
I am sure you realise that the entire poem is a metaphor... basically about how we waste our time...
Thank you for reading and reviewing... You might like a poem AWAKEN or TENDER that I wrote recently...
Lisa, now in Spain