Discovering the depths of self this poem has dark and nearly wicked tones. |
This Husk of Mine There exists a battle within me. I do not know where it sleeps, I am not aware of how it creeps into this mind it digs so deep. A war of conscious beats upon my sense of right and wrong and as I peel this husk of mine a gloom emerges thin and long. As I peel this husk of mine a collection of forgotten memories become revived. If I were an evil man I would strike like a monster, no fear, no regret, pure carnage. My hate renewed in an abstract form like a mountain comprised of fear and scorn. Another obstacle to clear away, a mountain of hatred impeding my way. Chipping through this mountain creates more hate, less fear. A desensitized man built from dust and stone soon to appear. With much pain I choose to climb instead of burrow now back on track I twist, I tug and with every tear a sense of structure strengthens my grip. As I peel away this husk of mine a battle grows within me. I do not know where it sleeps, I am not aware of how it creeps into this mind it digs so deep, I twist and turn to find my way , I choose to climb. -D.Doro |