Calling for Armor

 

 

it's merely the muscle.

 

but to me,

it is marble.

it is the infant's head,

it is the taut balloon,

an open slice,

the blinded eye.

 

it sings,

it aches,

it cracks,

it cries.

 

it knows not--

 

and so do I.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[JRB]

Life seems to always struggle to exist,
Jan/Uisiom

[Legion]

So fragile with a will to live. To more than exist. Greatly done.

[AutumnRose]

THIS IS A REALLY COOL POEM, AND IT DEFINATELY SHOWS POTENTIAL, KEEP ON TRUCKING BECAUSE EVERYTHING FROM NOW ON CAN ONLY GET BETTER IN YOUR WRITING! ROCK ON