Dechen Doma Sherpa

Rookie - 46 Points (2nd july 1987 / Sikkim)

Confession Of A Living Dead - Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

The dry pyre of my body burns my soul within,
My shadow stalks the haunted mansion of bloody cage.
I shut the doors and windows of my enslaved freedom,
Saved from the mockingbird, my flight is enchained to the silence.

Smile and greet, a zombie dazed in ecstasy,
I walk aboard, alive, barely existing.
A post here, a like there, a share, a tweet to remind I exist.
A pic that hides a thousand bruises, a show to run a million mazes.

This is my Will and Testament, final and the first,
There was a soul traded for silence,
A silence bought with freedom at midnight.
And the dry pyre of my prison burns my light within.

Topic(s) of this poem: prison, soul, trade


Comments about Confession Of A Living Dead by Dechen Doma Sherpa

  • Kelly Kurt (7/21/2016 2:46:00 PM)


    A deep and well written piece. Thanks, Dechen (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2015



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