i lack substance,
my body is a vessel
for something greater than us.
I am not evil underneath,
but maybe on the surface
since I have ripped open my stitches
to discover only mammal flesh.
life is dependent
on our circumstances,
if you hadn't said what you did,
I might have survived.
my body has surrendered,
but what is it worth?
undesirable and cut down to shreds,
just let me crawl out of it.
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Rich with metaphor this poem is thought provoking. Nicely said
thanks
You are most welcome
That 1st line
Your writing certainly doesn't lack substance
And last verse wow
Thoroughly enjoyed
thank you
A very interesting write going alot deeper than first thought, nicely expressed and written
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