• Natalia Abbasi

'Self' by Natalia Abbasi

The lonely wanderer steps off the pedestal


He circles the parameters in search for a loving gaze


Confidence to sweep away his sorrow


He wanted an anchor to keep his feet from swaying


Unaware, the heart of the archer yearned for a savior


Like a broken radio, he wished to be fixed


He repeated verses until they drilled into his metallic heart


Love me, love me not, hurt me regardless


The twisted veins positioning his body upright


He stared into the abyss with his dazed appeal


Aphrodite herself was afraid giving love to such a man


He may taint the name of love itself


His heart ached for someone to show him his worth


Little did he know, no one could fix him if not himself


So he reached for the tools hidden beneath his ivory skin


And bled while he pulled them out one by one


The broken man now resembling a tattered scarecrow


His crimson covered gaze showed resentment


Still, he found the will to clean up the mess he made


The mess he made of himself and his fate


And so, Frankenstein started to grow his own skin


One that embraced his existence with warmth


Life was too limited to wait on someone else to save you


If you were to survive in this wilderness,


You needed to prove yourself as your own asset


The sculpted boy learned to pave his own path


Instead of venturing a path he may crumble upon


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