Array ( [sid] => 183754 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Unchained To Bone [time] => 2016-11-20 11:44:46 [hometext] => This explores the soul in relation to death, and the importance of it compared to the /'/mortal coil/'/. [bodytext] => In earthen slumber,
there I,
(Is that me?)
rest;
a concrete blanket,
steel mattress-
so much attention to the house,
decayed, unmade,
while the occupant,
(did it [I?] make it out?)
roams free,
unchained to bone,
invisible, (such power!),
laughing, maybe,
crying, perhaps,
spirit tears on me
over faded piles of
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Unchained To Bone
Date: Sunday, 20th November 2016 @ 11:44:46 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno

In earthen slumber,
there I,
(Is that me?)
rest;
a concrete blanket,
steel mattress-
so much attention to the house,
decayed, unmade,
while the occupant,
(did it [I?] make it out?)
roams free,
unchained to bone,
invisible, (such power!),
laughing, maybe,
crying, perhaps,
spirit tears on me
over faded piles of
plastic flowers.

This poem is Copyright © invierno



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