Electrodes electrify in currents so sporadic,
Never leading to objectives but moving with purpose,
Electrolytes break down to iron that stays erratic.
And the purpose still erodes to being worthless.
The body is an ecosystem in itself,
Brainwaves fluctuating in perfect unison,
And my life's aura seems to cause stability to melt.
While your beings duplicates seems to do you in.
Parts of the brain one can only emphasize for empathy,
And the bodies vivid power of remembrance fades,
All parasites have an opposite but life has no remedy.
And the windows to souls shuts and always jades.
Resemblance requires the minds recall of images,
And in my chest Ive filled a hole,
In dream land i quickly loose sympathy and other appendages.
And i sleep so life doesn't steal my soul.
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nice title monte lol. =) okay, where do i start ? i get this poem. like really get it. the concept of letting go and destroying yourself because of what you hold on to from your past is a tough one. people will blame every thing that has ever happened in the past on their present and in turn allowing it to possibly effect the future. its helping me realize that its time to let go and lock doors that i have shut years ago, so the reasons dont have a chance of escaping in to my life any more. yes, embodied was the perfect title. it is very thought provoking. thank you for helping me see... i love you.
ReplyDeletep.s. "And the purpose still erodes to being worthless" i know .. i know.