Before I present this poem, I just thought I’d give a little background about this one. I wrote this poem in college and it was used as a way to try and figure out what it was about for my classmates. It was fun presenting it and I do like the poem. I am by no means amazing at poetry though.
Frankenstein
I have your name carved into
My skin.
Etched by blade, digging, separating
All that was once me.
An amalgamation of emotions
Stitched with a single thread.
There is no truth, beauty.
Reality is not real.
I lay on a cold table
Waiting for the spark of life,
The fire in Prometheus’ hand,
But there is only you.
Your name burns me,
Consumes me, and I am
Forced to wonder….
Was I ever truly alive?
