Metamorphosis
7
AM. Sweat illuminates the leather skin of a man
Whose
callused hands hold a Silver Coors Light can
And
a silver sanding belt.
Long,
hard days at the marina call for something
Cool
to drink, but something with a little burn also
To
take away the pain.
10
PM. Salt water scents and fiberglass fumes fill
The
home that does not feel like home
When
his veins pump the poison he swears he needs
Screams
and tears, words like daggers, broken hearts and
Broken
souls. A leather hand slams doors and throws dinner plates
And
her hope flies with them.
The
demons inside him surrender ever so briefly
And
the fire in his eyes disappears. She sees a man again,
Pleading
to be released from the monster he has become.
2
AM. The raging hatred that once burned holes through her skin
Dissipates
when familiar hands gently lay a blanket
Over
her falsely sleeping body
Hands
that say I love you, I just don’t know
how to show it.
I really like this! Great use of time duration in this piece it cycles back to the title. The poem's structure is great and I like how the last line is isolated and intensified.
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