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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester mocks in the tomb's chill Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, "Soon you'll cease to be." The mirror's cold reflection, a Gorgon's ghastly guise A marionette of flesh with vacant... hollow... colorless eyes. The worms, like pallid mourners watch me shrink A marionette of organs, cold and pale, pink. This flesh, a borrowed dress once sprightly Now stained and thin Holds tight the secrets only death can win. This borrowed dress, a shroud where my story's writ In laughter's faded stitch and tear's accusing slit. A map of life etched deep with scars that mar the grain. A raven of fleeting triumphs a pendulum of ceaseless pain. In the shadowed hollows where sorrow resides I languish. marionettes of fate's cruel designs! Each scratch and cut a lament. each tear a bitter sea! Bound by the chains of my... limited mortality. In this borrowed dress, I mourn what could have been... Lost in the convulsion of my own... sin. I am transformed but not redeemed. I am drifting into the void My spirits are shattered and my dreams destroyed. So in the silence of eternity I find my rest Lost in this body of my own... detest. And though this shell a chrysalis soon withers and decays I cast aside the shroud no longer bound or worn. Accept the endless night, where a new self-forlorn is bourne. Transformed a residual relic through the void I fly Suture with stardust catgut, a worn scroll in the sky.
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