Temporary resident
Just don't feel I belong here
This weighty flesh restrains me
I cannot seem to break free
From this shell that binds
Holds my mind and spirit
To ransom merciless
Cruel captor relentless
How I strive to liberate
This inner me that correlates
So little with its mortal shell
Trapped within I fret and will
Ne'er find comfort or repose
Locked within these living clothes
These bones and blood this fleshy carriage
Drives not beyond its knotty moorage
I'll never feel at home within
This ever pressing captive skin
Belonging not to all it holds
I feel the transience of my world
I durst strive to emancipate
These dove-like wings inchoate
That long to spread
Yet dread
The falling of this fledgling
Spirit that must remain within
These softly walls this present
I feel I'm but a temporary resident
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
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That’s how I feel a lot of times too, Raymond. It was alright when my meatsuit functioned well but with age I get more aches and pains that make me feel trapped as well.
A very relatable piece. Thank you for writing it!
And in truth we shall shed this earthly tent....
I feel the ache of not belonging in your own body—of being trapped in something that doesn’t quite fit. You put that struggle into words.