What Lies Beneath

in #poetry7 years ago

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What lies beneath my flesh
Is something that I keep hidden
Beyond this bone and blood mesh
Is something kept forbidden

From my smile to my eyes
I keep it hidden deep beneath
Wearing my face as my disguise
My outer husk is nothing but a sheath

Deep down the bottom of a well
In a deep dark place that nobody knows
Deep down inside my empty shell
In a deep dark place that nobody goes

Deep deep down lives an intelligence
It is driven by arrogance, vengeance, and excellence
It has what it takes to take what it wants
I cannot let go and forever it haunts

Deep down the bottom of a well
In a deep dark place that nobody knows
Deep down inside my empty shell
In a deep dark place that nobody goes

Deep deep down underground
In deep dark tunnels where there is no sound
Deep deep down beneath the darkest night
A deep dark place where there is no light

Deep deep down beneath my skin
Buried deeper than any treasure
Lives the thing which is my sin
Wanting more and more
Never satisfied it craves for pleasure

What lies beneath does not care
What lies beneath does not feel
What lies beneath is very real

Deep down the bottom of a well
In a deep dark place that nobody knows
Deep down inside my empty shell
In a deep dark place that nobody goes
...lives a demon


@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Lover

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title reminds me of a movie lolz.

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light?

@riskdebonair......really you write a great poem about your behind mind..........that was so typical ,,,,,,,,,,just come back from your beneath,,,,,,,,,and disclose your mind say......with a great person,, who very close to your hurt,,,,,,,,,,then you feeling so better...........best of luck.........

Wonderful poem that was so narrative nicely written :) ....and search within what lies within :)

very deep

hauntingly beautiful and true, the shadow self Jung called it....

I haven't read much into Jung's shadow, but am doing so now ^_^

"Everyone carries a shadow," Jung wrote, "and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is."
"in spite of its function as a reservoir for human darkness—or perhaps because of this—the shadow is the seat of creativity"

Thanks!

very nice poem.

good writing.love to read it.
thanks for sharing.

love to read it.

wow...great... nice one..... your writing skill was very different..and its so good...i waiting for your next post....i wish for your best of luck brother