The evanescent cage

I'm held hostage in, called body
as I make my runs round the sun
climb shrink
to halt at a silver skull, ever afraid to forget, so many people
risk becoming memories unknown.
The real self
invisibility cloaked
happy is how I look
indifferent to mirror
no judge or a cynic
swells
and
grows
as the husk of years thins and disappears ,hungry to uncover
the beauty, independent of fragrance and color,
of the person that's truly
me.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-11-03 at 00:25

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Written in an enigmatic manner this poem still reveals its meaning. I especially liked "as the husk of years thins and disappears..." Interesting read. Blessings, Allen
2025-11-03