Severing myself from mankind

Dormant reflection

devoid of reverence

withdrew from flesh

the vultures will be here soon

It hurt to know my lungs regained 

Carried me though others failed 

regurgitating the same miasma

Light and it's sheath 

Now, detached 

Birth in perdition 

Life in solitude

lapsed into a reverie 

Reviews

[Tks]

This is a poignant piece of writing, Wraith. I like how you played with the sounds of 'd' and 'r' in your first two lines.
"Light and its' sheath" made me think of how light has been drawn out like a sword from its sheath, and this added an element of fighting within oneself..a war one is fighting with oneself.

"the vultures will be here soon" This was really good, it took me a while to realise that the vultures you were referring to could be anywhere from literal to metaphoric. A good read!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

painful....self-defacement---
the road to perdition is long and hard...and often separates us from others....this road has to be traveled alone, back to the light.