Shed my skin again

Shed my skin again

A Poem by Blindmikey

Built my fires top my highest peaks
In hopes that you'd see the light
Gambled exactly what needed to be
So that I could find the path of right
In your hands two chalices did you hold
But crest your lips upon the fool's gold

I lost my heart and found it back
Picked it up lighter than before
Held it to my eye to find it lacked
Warmth or whole it lie empty of soul
Put it to my chest it wouldn't fit
Not till again I'd shed my skin

Opened my eyes to find them closed
And in the black I met my twin
with eyes bled shut he gave me his hand

And in the black I met my past
we shook and it was done
we had become one

When you talk to me
you talk to us
a stronger being
accepting
that to which he is
with worlds for blind eyes
no different in the end
from any one of his kin

So to she whom I've yet to find
The dirt on my light
would be the stars to your night
as I'll be the true answer to your cry
and as you'll be the true answer to mine
you'll have the breath to make me shine
and have the eyes to stand its might

© 2008 Blindmikey


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I liked this ..very good writing.. I love this line..
When you talk to me
you talk to us
a stronger being
accepting
that to which he is
with worlds for blind eyes
no different in the end
from any one of his kin


Posted 14 Years Ago


This is indeed a very great write. I love to read your work, it is always so entertaining, you are very skillful.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good write! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

315 Views
3 Reviews
Rating
Added on April 8, 2008
Last Updated on April 8, 2008

Author

Blindmikey
Blindmikey

College Place, WA



About
I am never the same person I was the day before. But in my heart I am the same kid I've always been. Such is my paradox. I strive to become an artisan of life. Though I am bound to fail, I do not de.. more..

Writing
detached. detached.

A Story by Blindmikey