A hollow log lays in a bog, the outside appears just fine
By blight struck, filled with muck, a cancer seen as benign
Time will tell, as it dissolves the shell, revealing what's inside
What appears solid, an illusion squalid, majesty that has died
A bark once light now dark drips saturated as the sea
Under stretched skin what lies within is all that we be
-
Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 1st, 2025 03:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 75
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

Online)
Comments8
It's good to know we're all going back to dust.
Makes you want to get out there and conquer the world.
Maybe get breakfast first.
Thanks so much Paul for the read and comment yes by all means get breakfast first it is a long process and one will grow weary and hungry
All these words thrown into the season of ghosts that convey the beauty of emptiness ...
Thanks Lorenz for your review and words of understanding. Yes emptiness a contradiction in itself and ghosts be empty as well.
Soren, the hollow log becomes a living metaphor for us all...what time, pain, and pretense erode beneath the skin. It’s elegiac, unsettling, and true. Very well done and, of course, a fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Tristan your kindness and generosity is always most appreciated. Thank you so much for the read and interpretation my friend
You are most welcome, my friend! The appreciation is mutual.
The way you’ve described this cancerous eating at the human soul is evocative. Very poignant and masterfully written as usual 🤍
Thank you so much Rocky for your review and understanding it is most appreciated
Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi it is appreciated
That hidden horror can bring so much emotion when it is found soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the review and understanding interpretation, as always it is appreciated.
Oh boy, that’s an excellent makes 5. That’s a terrible slip up on my part. Apologies 🕊️🙏🏻
Enough is enough my friend no slips on slippery logs you must be exhausted by now. No apologies needed. Have a most wonderful and reextinga day
A metaphoric reminder that we are not always as our appearance presents. In the end what lies 'under stretched skin' it is the essence of our being.
Thank you so much Freedom I deeply appreciate your review and kind words of understanding.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.