A victim of this monstrous flesh
Tearing my heart from end to end
To vacation from this earthly land
Eternity to spend away
As for my skin
I wish to tear it off
To separate the bond of flesh from bone
I will not bear it anymore
Confusion of which this worlds stands
I can't take it in my hands
Take these worldy sores
Make them disappear forevermore
Take this inner core of mine
Take all that keeps me in a bind
Release the inner core within
So may I scrap off the earthly skin
And show the world who I truly am?
Bound by my sinful past
Some people thought I would never last
But I sit in my forgiven state
Wanting to pull this wordly skin off
And release all my hate
To be who I am inside
Take all this skin of mine
I may feel good at peace and fine
*Published in Muse for RCC but I need to clean up. I actually surprised they published it.
Congratulations on this publication! There is a music in this poem that was not present in your first two poems (at least to my “eye’s ear”). Obviously, the occasional rhyme helps this. I really like the “worldly sores” image, and again, I appreciate the separation between the ethereal and physical. What does “monstrous flesh” look like? That sounds like an intriguing image that could be expanded upon. Similarly, what does “hate” look like (line 22)? A couple questions for you to consider for this poem. (I’m trying to get more concrete images vice abstract ideas.)
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