Worn From Living

One's body giving way to the forces of chronic despair

           A slow moving silhouette

                                a withering empty vessel

     of refrained beauty

                 wasting in the hours floor

 

                   darkest deepset eyes of fallen grace

                               of winding twines and catacombed hearts

 

                        overwrought tired wailing walls

   of dripping moist etched sadness

 

              starkness ended soul

                            between earth's plateau

                      and heavens door

 

Author's Note

Free verse

Reviews

[Ben M]

A nice exercise in imagery, but the poem never really goes anywhere. Essentially, it's the same image repeated over the course of a few lines. However, the imagery is quite good. I particularly like the last three lines.