Hardening

There is a deadness in my bark that hardens with time

Oil burns low, hope goes dark, fate sealed with past grime 

A stunted growth gnarled and old filled with living scars 

Branches ensnarled, roots grown cold, above unreachable stars

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Your poem speaks to me about the aging process Soren. Dark images and loss of hope. Some fine metaphors used in this write. Have a happy Tuesday.

Chris

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read Chris yes there is darkness in aging and some rigidity as well. I appreciate your words of understanding

[John the Baptist]

This one appears to be a comment on time and its effects on living things, especially humans. We all eventually have deadness in our bark and branches ensnarled. But we can still lead happy lives.

[Soren]

Thanks so much John for your review and understanding words of interpretation they are most valued

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Soren
I believe this is a metaphor for our own aging... "hope goes dark"..branches en-snarled...our bones begin to creak and break and grow other bones...."roots grow old"...our bodies grow cold.. decay over time...and there is no more reaching for the stars...even they have faded because we cannot see them clearly anymore...
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you so much Betty for the read and comment yes that certainly is a major element in this write. Your interpretation and support are most appreciated

[Jeyanthi]

I hope it rains there.... soon it will shoot for stars.. till then let's count the stars... maybe some blockage in the root... if flush out... it will be back to ok state..

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read and kind words they are appreciated

[Soren]

Most welcome

[Davidgeo]

A tree. Like the old default picture for this site.

gnarled and ensnarled, that's a good pairing right there, well done.

[Soren]

Thank you Davidgeo for the read and comment it is most appreciated