Introspection

By Pellicove

There was a time I was whole
There was a time I was complete
Now I traverse a shattered soul
Gathering the pieces at my feet
 
Each shard glimmers
Like diamonds scattered about
In my hands faces shimmer
Each speaking in a whispered shout
 
They speak tales that unfold
Worlds unraveling before my eyes
They give tell to the lost and cold
Impassioned heat to truthful lies
 
My gender in undefined
I'm affluently destitute
My form is unrefined
Sound, I come unglued
 
This collage of colors
Swirls and churns
Friends, enemies, lovers
Frozen, my world burns
 
I watch as the pieces cut me
My hands fill, a well of blood
Each shard is a quill screaming
Words of angst and hate and love
 
With the fragments I begin to write
Etching with my soul
I bleed out this endless night
Pure and worthless, liquid gold
 
I scream these words in pain
As they're ripped from deep within
Who can hear and gain
The knowledge of my sin
 
On the river flows
Forever I am adrift
I reap what the pieces sow
And fade into the mist

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Copyright 2014 Pellicove
Published on Saturday, November 22, 2014.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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  • TheAmazingCagedOne On Monday, April 20, 2015, TheAmazingCagedOne (21)By person wrote:

    Such raw emotion & expression. So creative & beautifully dark all at once. Thanks for faving me btw! Love your writing. WRITE MORE!

  • soul_versing On Friday, December 5, 2014, soul_versing (883)By person wrote:

    Gorgeous array of emotions changing and tilting the scenery, and just when you think you have it within your grasp... it changes form. My favorite stanza: "With the fragments I begin to write Etching with my soul I bleed out this endless night Pure and worthless, liquid gold" -perfection. Scholar

  • A former member wrote: Loved this one... in the dark, we are torn apart and bleeding...I can feel you...very good. Scholar

  • A former member wrote: Pellicove successfully reveals that the“imagination is a hinge/ endless swinging door,” where the frame is “the only obstruction.” Scholar

  • Damon Tarloth On Sunday, November 23, 2014, Damon Tarloth (143)By person wrote:

    "Each shard is a quill screaming" Great Line! Good flow and imagery... Damon

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