Upended

[DWAYNE]

It brings me no pleasure
to gaze upon you,
like the victim
revisited by the crime,
gifted voluminous
depictions of the damage.
My scars need no reminder,
they bleed well past abrasion.
Need the surgeon inquire
about the
condition of an organ,
he now holds
in glassy liquid,
suspended?
See how,
your inquisition,
leaves me
upended?

[Suz-zen]

DWAYNE great title and then your first line...It brings me no pleasure
to gaze upon you, WOW! You tell a compelling story that had me upended!
Loved this.

[MHenry]

A very interesting metaphor and a question well phrased, Dwayne!

[AlexandratheLate]

Wonderful question! There are many things in life that leave us upended.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Ouch! This one cuts with precision Dwayne. Very well done - 'my scars need no reminder' - to the bone indeed. Kudos poet!

[Sumyanna]

Wow - the strength of your words is amazing on this one. Cuts deep.

[Bobby Del Boy]

Inquiring minds drenched in brine don't wanna know. A pleasing write on a painful subhect.

[imrogue]

Dwayne, I hope everything is okay now....
Your poem speaks pain...

[DWAYNE]

My memory is long, my imagination runs wild!

Thankfully, those moments have past!

[John Wertz]

3rd and 4h lines really interesting, not the perpetrator revisiting the crime scene but the crime revisiting the victim -- jumps off the page. Suppose we most often write poetry to work out our stuff with people (and situations) we can't always address in person. An excellent use for the art form. A great write!