Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Jan 16, 2013.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Here I am.
    Not where I thought I would be
    Wherever that was.
    Nor am I what I was
    Or what I expected to become,
    Though again, I am unsure
    Exactly what those expectations were.
    But they were not this, that much I know.
    I am salted earth
    My fields gone fallow.
    Beneath closed lids
    My body burns and blazes.
    But open I am merely a shaking thing, afraid.
    In the bleakest moments,
    Which come with increasing frequency,
    As if some door has been opened
    That cannot be shut,
    In the bleakest moments,
    I hear the creak of load bearing beams
    As they threaten to bend beneath the weight
    Of what I fear
    Is a mind gone septic.
    I walk about
    And as I raise my arm to turn a page,
    Unlock a door,
    Raise a fork to my lips,
    I feel the hushed roar of the sepsis flooding my body
    Weighing upon my limbs
    Until a page weighs as much as a life,
    And I just want to lay my body down
    Drag my mind off its hamster wheel
    And let the sick-sodden pieces rest.
    But I’ve made promises
    I am myself, a promised embodied,
    However unwilling, to some,
    And to cease to answer
    The insistent demands of life
    Would be to let down the living
    Whose expectations are at least resilient,
    And to disappoint the expectations, however vague,
    Of the deceased me that was,
    Whose sad fingers brush against the inside of my skull
    Demanding satisfaction.
  2. Acy

    Acy Mama Bear - TLC, Common Sense Staff Member Safety & Support

    BelovedDreamer...this is very powerful. Some wonderful comparisons and images "Until a page weighs as much as a life". I hope you will share more of your poems. :smile:
  3. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Thanks for the comments. :) I will.
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