Wiped Clean

From basin to drain to sewer

Life pumped in veins bathed in blood

Filling river Styx, Charon the pursuer

As it ends it turns to mud

Cleansed in ashes, washed in dirt

Bathed with soil, erasing life's slashes

A residue of discarded earth removed my hurt

Healed of pain's gashes, with dust's splashes

Sand paper peels off rust and grime

Bark of skin scoured and bleached

Anguish's scars faded with time

From the bowels of worms purity is reached

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I reminded of Oedipus Rex...
something the chorus said about man at his death hoping he has balanced the ledger the best he could.
Hoping he did enough good deeds to balance out the chaos he has caused.
I feel in the end, we will somehow wipe the slate clean...at least I hope we get that chance.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob, since I feel that we judge ourselves I hope that we can wipe the slate clean and the worms may hiep us. Appreciate the read and comment my friend

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob, since I feel that we judge ourselves I hope that we can wipe the slate clean and the worms may hiep us. Appreciate the read and comment my friend

[Chris Shaw]

A healing process here so brilliantly expressed. Wonderful use of imagery. The final stanza where scars are fading after the anguish, is superb Soren. Emotions and pain well conveyed.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for your review of this poem your words of support mean a great deal