Placement of a masterpiece

Broken down to build the timeless,
Barriers which formerly stayed in place
Become pillars of freedom.
success untouched by tainted hands.

A masterpiece unaware of true value,
Made from scraps of dismantled pieces
Held together under tension unseen.
Drowning in pools of doubt.
Somehow out of the pit they rise.

Scratched, beaten beyond the familiar.
The hands on the clock have been
Twisted, contorted, tied
Behind back to bend where flexibility
Had been non-existent.

Suicide in the slightest of sorts
No scratches but those internal;
The killing of the old self.
Bury the evidence, and praise at
The funeral for the new man.

The rebirth of inspiration,
Inspired by new breaths
But taken in slowly.
Savoring every burst of air.
A new point to direct words with,
Never again to become dull.
The destruction for the new and solid.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think poems are masterpieces when they don't realize they are...and poets are really good when they are not aware of themselves or their craft...

they just are what they are.

i really like this....concerned that it has not gotten any reviews yet...this poem needs more attention...it is inspired.

[Speaking Sandclocks]

You have a strong voice that is reflected in your choice of words. However, consider adding more drama to your words.I think the endresult would be very very good. :)

[mendedwords]

Thank you so much for your review. This is exactly what I need, some critique that will show me what I can do to become a better writer.

[mendedwords]

Thank you for your kind words, I am just striving to become better at my craft. I really do appreciate the support.