Hello friends. So, I've been busy with the poetry again. This time I have decided to share a poem that is extremely personal to me. I don't have much to say on this one except that it too was a rush of emotions and is as raw as all the other writing you'll find on this blog. I truly wonder what interpretations you guys will take from this and what it reflects...
All the same, enough blah blah blah from me. Here is the poem:
Warrior
Standing Amazonian on a dune swept
Bare to the bone. Crumbling as a whelp
Of fire that struck the earth. Scorched.
Singed into a dust that dances cursed,
By a furnace of heart that once sang
A ball of love once drank.
Filled. Bloated. Uncomfortable.
Swishing in the belly. A dribble
of Words silenced by a microphone.
Held to lips, cut by syllables and tones
Of a need that gawks open. Never met.
A warrior. The apocalypse of self.
Goodness! Ok. It's out. I would truly love to hear from you on what you take away from this piece. I already have some feedback from my editor (literally 5 minutes ago) and it's interesting what those that know you see. So comment. Let me know what you think.
Nic. Out.
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