Poem Number 16562

Naked observation
goose-fleshed
hands to breasts
teeth clenched
sweat oozing from every pore
like life blood, draining
Bare scrutinization
head falls
skin crawls
temors like a near-dry drunk
Blemish magnification
old wounds reopened
old hurts respoken
scar tissue torn like iron curtain rent
spirit leaking
standing in a puddle of me

Terri - Interesting poem. Some of it sounds esoteric; would be nice if you explain it in layman terms. - Ian
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Cool poem. When I read this I see a person looking at their reflection (maybe even inside) and not liking what is there.
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pail
gaunt
frail
reflecting
mirror
lifeless
sunken
sockets
sullen
wiry
whisper
naked
honesty
lonesome
realization
wretched
truth
-jeffh
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ooooh....that is good... a reality it bite it seems.
and jeffh your inspirational tribute is awesome.
~haizey