Skin cool and soft
to the touch
of passersby--
I am a statue
carved by humans.
Eyes fixed on slabs,
words carved commonplace,
yet immortalized--
(Why must I stare
at words for which I do not care?)
Hands that clasp,
hands that bind
hands that search--
I am a pet
to those I long to forget.
Legs outstretched,
a forced reprieve,
a businessman lacking business--
I am a representative
of falsehood, but what I wouldn't give...
Torso twisted;
here I am real;
therein lies the answer--
I am a truth
wrapped in deceit, displayed in a booth.
Body reclining
on the steps
of success--
I am a symbol-
a clanging brass, an obnoxious cymbal.
Mouth...
Why does the marble mouth
need mentioning?
I am mute;
I am voiceless, powerless; a tribute
to the wishes
of the corrupt
and wealthy.
I am a human
carved by statues.
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Words for a Friend
PoetryYou wanted me to write you poems about anything; I wanted something to inspire me again. A random assortment of personal, serious poems and random blathering. (cover photo not mine) Completed.
