
I have been stripped raw...
A faceless layer of skin,
an encasement of bone and marrow.
My thread of survival,
has whithered away,
as I slowly drown within,
life's taunted fluid.
Alone to fend...
Alone to stand....
As each shattered piece
returns from the past.
I crave to escape,
for my soul to be soothed,
to find the safety,
of my mother's womb.
Banished from the outer world.
Creators misfit failure...
Now here I wait,
within a foetal curl,
for time to carry,
to be again reborn.



well done!



this poem, the powerful word and the vived image is what makes the poem great thanks for entering Finalist.





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