My Temple

"My body is my temple"
If we're going to use that metaphor
It is a temple in ruins
A temple weathered by wind and rain
It is a temple with no soul
A temple with no hope
It is a temple to a god who gave up on it long ago
It is a temple defiled, raped, and pillaged
A temple without a cause
It is a temple to nothing I suppose
My body is my temple
But my temple is rotten
My temple has nothing to offer
To a world wanting everything


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741