Ruin Poem by Sara Katherine Dickson
Ruin
Standing upon a dream carcass
I ponder
Who holds my identity
Since I am no longer me?
Under my feet
Bloody, crimson muscle glitters under the red sun
And where once was a beating heart and a living body
Naught remains but a pile of smoking flesh and bones.
Standing there
A maniacal laugh escapes me
Who am I?
I am but a ruin of what I once was.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: identity,ruins
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