i yield my flesh to
the carrion feast —
strip me down to bone
to scatter me to stone
and bleach me to sun
wash away my stain
for i do grow ever weary
surrender
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i yield my flesh to
the carrion feast —
strip me down to bone
to scatter me to stone
and bleach me to sun
wash away my stain
for i do grow ever weary
share:
6 responses to “surrender”
The thought of us being stains to rinse away makes me so sad and also relieved feeling. Emotive writing, Michael. I really enjoy it.
Embracing the ephemeral… Glad you liked it.
Great imagery, Michael! A profound poem!
Thank you very much Sharon. I’m glad that it touched you in some way. 💙
Love this truly. Can definitely relate.
I’m glad it was able to connect with you. 💙