Poem Flesh

[leelu7]

Another short poem that was lost and forgotten.

Flesh

Am I flesh?
Made of nothing more than fear and survival?
Is that what It comes down to?
Stripped of unshaped matter, filled with decades of purpose and wild philosophy?
Bent on shaking the moments of silence and boredom?
Is our emotion so strong that it molds meaning without clay? Without permission?
Am

Comments

[surya74]

Thank you for sharing. It touches me and I even think I can relate to.

[leelu7]

Thanks for reading ^_^