His Voice

I die.

His Voice

I am not to be revered.

The blood that seeps from my veins

is nothing.

I am no icon.

I am damaged,

so very flawed

and I preach from

such a distorted soul

that I am a leprotic

to innocent ideology.

My veins weep

discordant blood.

My thoughts are steeped

in conjugated conjunctions.

And I am dead,

dead to all things

of flesh and life.

 

25/02/17

Reviews

[gayleadele]

I feel like this darkness holds such beauty if only the layers were dug through. It's a great piece.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks gayleadele.

[Lyn Anderson]

So dark, and vivid, an outstanding poem, despite self loathing, or maybe, because of it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Divya wrote a poem about me which made me feel unworthy and this is the result. Many thank yous!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the ink that flows through your pen, is like blood through a vein...yours and its tributaries...write beautiful work.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so very much Jacob. Coming from a true poet those words are treasures to me.

[Coyote Poetry]

You gave life to the artwork.
"And I am dead,
dead to all things
of flesh and life."
I like the above lines. I wonder do the dead think? Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[DIVYA]

" I am damaged,
so very flawed
and I preach from
such a distorted soul
that I am a leprotic
to innocent ideology"

Its amazing, how you underline the pain and conflict so intricately threaded into your psyche. Just what we draw light from dear John! Compliments on this masterpiece...blood turns to ink and just flows!

[Tony Jordan]

John - this is very strong and dark. There are wonderful phrases throughout which conjure up alternative images and feelings than I am used to reading/feeling (as a personal choice).
Laser focussed is how I'd describe this.
Top write!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Tony. I wrote this in tears after reading Divia's poem to me by the same title. I am not a poet but a lost soul.