Reya Suri Poet Free verse

BURN

Wrench the pages from my worn hands as my voice shatters
Leave it aflame as the embers rise, my soul now scattered
Within the bounds of sanity, I try, try to claw and scrape
A restless spector of taunt as I endeavour to escape
Concealment shant queal it, it lingers, never away
Perpetual pulverization, lo, shall the ashes stay
I’ll lay my ash remnants at the poisoned tree
A coiling branch tilt napes, suffocating me
Embed my teeth unto the apple of feign
Was not I told for safe?--now it’s pain
They’ll mock me, an “enduring lost”
I’ll swear to those above at cost
How to not yearn does it feel?
My freedom now to be heel.

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Paula Goldsmith April 28, 2025 at 12:34 PM I enjoyed reading your wonderful "BURN" write. Have a great/blessed day writing away.............

David Crandall April 25, 2025 at 12:17 PM fascinating poem!

Sotto Poet April 24, 2025 at 4:38 PM Riya, your poetry is fantastic. It addresses themes of sorrow, confinement, and the desire for escape. It explores the inner agony of being lost and the yearning to escape a difficult existence. Your writing is rich and descriptive, full of vivid imagery and emotional depth. Words like "wrench," "shatters," "scattered," and "pulverization" evoke violence and disintegration. Reya Suri April 25, 2025 at 10:12 AM Thank you so much, Sotto! Your analysis is very much appreciated. I'm glad you recognize the themes and the desire to search for freedom!

I Am Anaya April 22, 2025 at 6:49 PM The imagery is taboot! It seems we keep in limbo with the soul the loose ends of life. Your quill shall continue on with eloquence and with conviction i think kind poetess ~ good day Reya Suri April 25, 2025 at 10:15 AM Aww, thank you so much, Anaya! I'm very glad you commented :)

Ink Empress April 22, 2025 at 3:03 AM Dear Reya, Such a heartfelt poem, i feel so many emotions flowing throughout your metaphors, and your arrangement of lines stand out! So creative and unique and deeply moving! I especially love They’ll mock me, an “enduring lost” I’ll swear to those above at cost How to not yearn does it feel? My freedom now to be heel." "Those that mock they know no better! Hope exams went well. Or are going well. My sons still ongoing. Thank you for asking! Pleasure to hear from you always and to read you! Sending you light always Reya Suri April 25, 2025 at 10:14 AM Ahh, glad to see you, Inky! Glad your son is doing well. Thank you so much for your comment! Your analysis is very on point! Freedom shant be mocked. Have a great day!

Anne-Lise Andresen April 22, 2025 at 2:20 AM - Really great written... can feel the lines you write on the soul... never give up, Reya - hugs Reya Suri April 25, 2025 at 10:12 AM Thank you Anne-Lise! I'm very grateful. Hugs!