Quantcast
PDF

My Recycled Soul


by TJ Skarbo


Forever

Implies

To my recycled soul

That it is achievable

If only I stretch myself

Towards it

 

It wraps its damp

Blanket

Around me

And suffocates me

With possibilities

 

I huddle like

Fabled Buddhist monks

And try to raise my

Body heat

Like those

From aged Nepal

 

Illusion

That grand allure

Kisses my cheek

Gently

And whispers

Secrets

 

Forever

Laughs and taunts

My innocent

Arrogance

And

Weakness

 

I blush and

Renew my efforts

Rising from intellect

And ego's

Shell

 

I delve into the

Waters of knowledge

Enjoying the lick

Of its smoothness upon my skin

Its fingers raking through

My hair

As it plucks pearls

Of oxygen from

My lungs

 

I am merely on

The outside

Looking in…

Endcap