Oh lord what to do with this body thats broken.....
If only I could feed myself
dress myself
bathe myself
Look in the mirror and like myself
But I see the same as the people unspoken
the tattered remains of a body thats broken
Sand snaps under wheels
as the dim lantern dances and steals embarressed glances of my unwanted tango
metal chariots glide like the sun
On the long wooden tounge
Of the ocean that roars down below me.
The pull of the moon like a puppets lagoon
Force the waves to crest like iced fire
Come burn in the depths of the waiting caress
Of the rebirth the ocean admires
Electric movement I plunged and reached for the one who sat on this pier before me
I took a deep breath and sank to the death
of an unwanted body thats broken
With my last breath
my body went limp,
The lord has finally spoken
This is very well done - it is without hope, seemingly, crying out from the soul and of something that has aged or the aging process and the decay of the body.
I liked it.
love,peace,joy,abundance & smiles to share
tif ~*~
Submission Name: Bud Hawes
