Bones (rough SOC)
I am not alive anymore
I am a walking skeleton, pieces of flesh still clinging
Organs black and exposed, pulsing and writhing
The cracking and creaking of bones as I walk
No longer able to feel your love
A hole was ripped in me at one point
It spread and infected my everything
A virus of pain and loss and trauma
I am afflicted
Inflicted by the incessant desire for connection
Now, finding none, losing all
A decaying monster hated and despised
The dying remnant of a once warm body
Nothing left but cold scraps and bones
Posted Apr 1, 2020, 11:30 PM UTC · edited
I love the comparison of heartbreak to disease ("it spread and infected my everything/ a virus of pain and trauma and loss") as it really hits home how bad the heartbreak is, to the point that the speaker is physically afflicted. A lot of the metaphors really hit him as well as they're quite brutal, ie, "nothing left but cold scraps and bones," which adds to the raw tone of the whole poem. This really is a beautiful poem, one I felt I could relate to a lot.
Thank you! I was really hoping to get that across. I've been trying to work on imagery more.