deepundergroundpoetry.com

Image for the poem Bones

Bones

Stories nestled in my bones
are not silent storms.
My heart is haunted
by their primordial groans.
Yet so many scattered thoughts
go unknown.
Like the frantic way
autumn leaves are blown.
What decays becomes wisdom
for another day.
Skeletal stories now, the flesh of us
is gone.
Even though we loved from the core
of our jagged bones.
Human life seems just an agonized attempt
to be heard.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 13 reading list entries 4
comments 22 reads 310
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
SUGGESTIONS
Today 1:21am by dartford
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 9:43pm by gothicsurrealism
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 8:48pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 5:36pm by Abracadabra
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 1:09pm by RyanBlackborough
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 6:28am by HannahCalloway