Reconstruction of a Body
I need to go down,
in the dark tunnels
of my mind.
Crawl through dirt,
and ancient bones
and memories.
To find the cave,
the unbearable
yesterday.
It will eat me alive,
feast on my body,
the sore.
Then I'll collect my bones,
a doggybag of life,
decomposed.
And I will rise higher
than ever before,
to the heavens.
And the sun will bring life
back to my bones,
the flesh will reappear
as if it always was there.
But the tunnels are gone,
the entrances have been obstructed.
And my body lives again.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 15:16
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