Fractured lines half realized
From where to lips to pen
Dead poets mind to spill a page
Flesh the colors from my skin
These strokes in metaphoric case
Casting light where none is found
The dye of composition twists
To open eyes to seal a wound
Symbiotic rhymes drift in dreamless haze
Unpolished and rank they permeate anew
Captions of some unfinished piece
From someone else’s empirical views
With each consideration their voices sound
In spelled consequence
Countenance shaped by another’s hand
Compelled in silent alliance
Dead poet’s mind in anxious escape
Replace me in my stead
I pray for sake and sanity
You are the voices in my head
A dead poet's mind is alive in this poem. A good poem in all aspects.
good piece Pablo...poems are poems...once born out, i believe, they are beyond edit...like God's own creations...genuine with their good and bad sides inbuilt...10
Hi a lovely read and the last two lines grabbed my heart! very enjoyable well done, magical to read and it read well! thanks elizabeth
You are the voices in my head... better than the living dead.............great read Pablo.....John
Lovely poem....so many similies and metaphors beautifully weaved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Pablo...excellent to read...thanks...10++