My Own Frankenstein

Eyes surrounded
by skin is stitched,
has you confused;
your look is an itch.

My senses ablaze I
manage it to retain.
My emotion swells
but sanity remains.

Touch me tear me
apart to behold art
that I have tried to
keep inside a heart.

What is real I feel
the damage years
have torn but you
dear need not fear.

I patch a little red
my anger it has fed.
True blue I’ve read
in you I also thread.

Green of a forest
vast full of all life
I also stitched it so
to feel a paradise.

Fault is abundant
a yellow it reminds
God let me divine
me my own design.

7 Comments Add yours

  1. I love everything about this!

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    1. That is very kind of you to say. Many thanks!

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  2. kristianw84 says:

    New favorite!! Absolutely phenomenal, Jared!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much Kristian. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Daedalus Lex says:

    Lots of nice little syntactic twists to keep it interactive for the reader. Makes me want to read again and again!

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    1. I really appreciate that!! That is awesome for you to say. Thank you.

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      1. Daedalus Lex says:

        I will add, Jared, that that is the mark of true art for me. I see lots of paintings and read lots of books that I enjoy, but many are exhausted in a single viewing. It’s that half-hidden something that pulls you back a second, third, and fourth time that separates true art from mere entertainment.

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