I can feel your menace
Raping away
The solitary scraps
Of my dignity
Each night descends
As the one before
With a raising
Of voices
As if within
A pack of wolves
Were beset
By a savage moon
*
My dreams
Have become unbearable
An albatross atop
A kyphotic architecture
My heart
Has grown pendulous
Slicing its way through
A rotten foundation
I am overrun
With the ghosts
Of our collective pasts
I have forgotten laughter
Both the means of
Acquisition and adornment
*
How many times
Must I rebuild
Before the ground beneath
Gives way entirely
And the walls fail
To numb the weather
I do not feel safe
In this annex of discontent
Alone in crowded
Claustrophobic rooms
Broken down
Degraded
*
Will my words
Ever penetrate
Your spirit
Or will they fall away
Unheard
Whispers in shadow
Will I ever
Make a home
Of the wreckage
That I have become?
*
(this was written from the perspective of the house, the house feels haunted by its residents)
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Interesting perspective… very nice poem 🙂
Thanks Hector!
Haunting indeed. I liked the idea and my favorite is the second verse. Nice writing again.
Thank you very much
Yes, a house, but also a person… Powerfully written.
Thanks Tony!
Wow, truly amazing! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen =)
This is so well written, dear one. Soul shaking sadness… heartbreaking really.
Thanks Melanie!