Nalyd

I dedicate this poem to a friend lost among the shadows of his own discontentment. Please, let him find himself in a good place once again.

A sculpture of yourself
Built up by the work of your own hands
Behind a hardened layer of clay
Will you break,
if I shatter this beguiling skin?
I remember you
When freedom swarmed
Was it too much,
to carry on your own?
I remember when you had eyes
And you smiled
And you spoke
I wonder
Is your shell
empty now?
Having been in there
so long...
Carried away
With the dust
of your crusty outer self
I fear
to know
to find
the live body
of a deceased soul

Will you break
if I shatter this beguiling skin?

Reviews

[SinnerInspired]

Whoa, nice poem

[Rae]

Very... I don't even have a word to match this piece. You took the words out of my mouth. Keep writing!!

[FallenHeroXx]

This was a soft piece for me, just was i wanted to read right now! This is really great my friend!! Keep up the good work.

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Nice poem like a bellad dont stab or shattered he will come back very soon.