The body lies awake
Although the mind is dead,
The eye is in the socket
But not really in the head.
When are you supposed to feel?
Or are we supposed to not?
When does life become real?
Or part of God’s evil plot?
Who can voice for the dead?
Or speak for those we’ve lost?
No one other than the head
At God’s satanic cost.
Do we deserve all this?
Who, we, you, I.
Organs of steel and marble
That make our blood turn dry.
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The last four lines are brilliant! The juxtaposition of organs and steel/marble rattle my expectations. Blood turning dry – great image, conjures up death, CSI, deep emotion. More of this, is my humble opinion. But I’m more into free verse so find it hard to rhyme. Hope this buoys you up, not lets you down. ATB. Pendryw.
Thank you, I really appreciate your comment. I have followed you, looking forward to reading some of your work.
And i yours. Keep at it.