Like the Worms

Putting myself together.

I scratched an itch so eager

I really must confess

the mark was rather porous

oh my skin, it was a mess

 

It flaked and fell about me

tiny pieces to the ground

I reached the milky middle

something deep within me, found

 

I yanked the bone up harshly

to free it from its prison

it came up rather ready

it came up with a mission

 

I dug the earth about me

the bone fell in its coffin

the soil would then decay it

alone, the bone would soften

 

A sprout began to spring

from the place where I was buried

it grew branches, fleshy warm

the leaves were coarse and hairy

 

Axe in hand, I chopped it down

my new home, soon reflecting

satisfaction comes in many forms

but from yourself.....

 

it is the best thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

A bit rough. Some thoughts.

Reviews

[soliloquy]

Very raw. And full of deep meanings. I read it a few times to get more idea. This seems to be a little like a difficult, deep puzzle.

[Mortricia]

Thanks for reading it! It's not too deep of a puzzle, just some odd metaphors. :)

[Moonflower]

I loved the inner rawness of this, almost like a dream. I like your personal style here.

[Allen Masterson]

Beautiful!

[Mortricia]

Oops....thanks.

[Allen Masterson]

First, "it's" in the second line of the fourth stanza shouldn't have an apostrophe. I like it, it has a gruesome Shel Silverstein-like style. The end is a little bumpy, but, all in all, this has great potential. Nice.

[Robin]

Love the metaphors and the images they invoke , an inspirational write ~