VOID

I am void

And without form – 

 

An unfinished work…

Wrought of clay & iron

 

And steel – 

 

With nails for teeth

And hewn with an ax,

 

I…am not beautiful

 

Forged in fires 

Of malcontent,

I come…

 

Seething with latent desires,

Hidden passions resonating

Beneath the surface

 

The beast howls in defiance – 

Refusing to heel to its master

 

Leashed to its will

I go…

This poem is about: 
Me

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