My lips fall like a noose
Leaving no breath to proposition
If you fell upon me now
It would only hasten my retreat
Indecision might defeat
The purpose but sometimes
It’s all that I’ve left to spark
I don’t want to fill
I have only the blue
And you my dear are
In dire need of red
Sometimes I just feel
To satisfy this quotient
And you, a victim
Never seem to understand
I sleep now as a dead thing
A moat replete with the residue
Of your wasted euphemisms
My heart can’t shake the film
Of your recovered pessimism
Until you can don’t tell me
What it means to live
(what’s real if not perception?)
I am in a lot of physical pain today hard to focus have the sense that my thoughts are jumbled. Lately I seem to be swaddled in other people’s pessimism and I am feeling a little drained and overwhelmed with it all. BTW I am locked out of Twitter and can’t seem to reset the password that is why I am not tweeting or leaving comments. I may be tweeting if WordPress does (since it was set too automatically tweet my posts) but I can’t purposely Tweet anymore. I can follow people though weird.
22 thoughts on “Dry”
Sorry to hear you are in pain. I love this poem though, it has a wonderful dark, trippy cadence, very special! 🙂
Thank you Helen I was listening to a new band which might explain the cadence
I’m sorry you are in pain but I have to say the poem is beautiful and atmospheric. Feel better soon.
Thank you so much!
Interesting…. I can understand the pain having kidney issues, etc. Seems we both found the picture interesting above, too. I used it from google for my poem Suicide for my brother’s memory… hope you feel better, take care!
I am sorry to hear about the loss of your brother and about the kidney problems and hope you are doing well.
thank you… part of life… we just accept what is and live above it best we can.
That’s all we can do
Feel better soon.
Thanks a lot Kim =)
I hope you find rest!
Thank you MichelleMarie =)
“I don’t want to fill your prescription” – a fitting analogy.
Hope the pain is short lived.
Thanks Bianca XD
The tree of bullied children
She stands strong
begging them not to climb her branches
She holds the child made noose
as from from her loving trunk as possible
but they come to her
one sometimes two at a time
driven to despair
by cruel and heartless bullies
there is no help
not from their schools
not from society at large
She feels their pain
and her leaves fall to the ground
along with their final breaths.
Who is held responsible
i hope you get a break from the pain…ack…
the last stanza covers so much in so short a time…
everyone has their ideas on how to live…and everyone has
advice, but they too have a much different life.
Thank you Brian for kind and thoughtful comments
This is brilliant – it makes me want to write poetry again. Hugs!
Oh wow what a tremendous compliment thank you and I hope you will write
This is absolutely wonderful! Love it.
So sorry you are in pain and the twitter thing has still not been resolved.
I have requested multiple password resets over the course of several days it isn’t working at all I honestly think my Twitter account is beyond my reach entirely. Thanks so much!