Transmutation of the Soul.

By Pride Ed

I. Flower.

Agony blooms in redolence;
there are roots at the base of my throat.
I choke on lilies; roses smell of blood.

II. Dream.

I sleep; misery wades through me like
murky waters through shadow.

I falter; my body is a martyr of itself;

a screaming tempest behind the calm of
a zephyr as night ferries my
wayward agony.

III. Morning.

I perish; I’m a snake shedding it's skin.
I rise with heaven’s eye revealing the
golden jewels of my scars!

My insides are warmed sands;
my heart an oasis!

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Published on Monday, December 15, 2014. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Transmutation of the Soul."

On Monday, December 15, 2014, Nimue44 (289) wrote:

First pain, then joy. This was colorful and... well, it really goes through a transformation.
On Tuesday, December 16, 2014, Pride Ed (107) wrote:

Thanks! :)
On Monday, December 15, 2014, Flying indigo express (148) wrote:

cycles within cycles, and the experience of each. Very profound, and eloquent.
On Monday, December 15, 2014, Pride Ed (107) wrote:

Thank you very much! I'm glad that you like this poem. ^_^
A former member wrote: There are so many mixed feelings in this that it spills chaos.
On Monday, December 15, 2014, Pride Ed (107) wrote:

Thanks you so much for reading! ^_^