Papered Pillow

by Chelsey   Dec 9, 2012


I'm wide eyed on the couch because my
bed reminds me there is still room for
you.

I linger in empty valleys of my minds darkest
corridors before wallowing in my own self
pity.

I vandalize the brick wall that is built around
sleeping...

Sleep is for those who wish to enter a downpour of
unanswered feelings and stories with unexplained
endings.

Laying awake is for those like me, with a plot
to create, and a case to solve, and essay to
write, about how my love for you has inflicted
pain unto a house that once smiled to its
neighbors.

People notice, my bags are similar to those
that carry groceries. Brown, sagging, heavy.
I can't conceal them because 48 hrs
of no sleep and tears that moisturize my skin
show signs of insomnia.
Tired.

Even this poem...this poem is exhausted.
Lines that don't mesh well,
scattered thoughts,
and a choppy story line.
Messy.

I just wish you could see, I'm trying hard
to plan a new voyage into your heart...

So take down the boards, because I'm good
at trespassing.

Quit living in the night time, because
I know all the secret hiding spots.

Most Importantly...

Zzzzzzz

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A very powerfully written piece, Chelsey. Well done.

  • 11 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    Wow, i really love this poem. It helps you know what you are going through in the poem and the reader can connect easily with what is going on.

  • 11 years ago

    by Liz

    This took me back to a place I didn't want to return to, but in a good way... If that makes sense..
    Oddly enough, the pain and raw emotion makes this a beautiful, perfect poem. I'm still having trouble sleeping, and I read this at just the right time. Thank you for sharing.

    - Liz

  • 11 years ago

    by PAUL HEWSON

    I vandalize the brick wall that is built around
    sleeping..

    that one line is incredibly powerfull .!! it conjours up such images of how vunerable we feel when love is gone

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Chelsey, it is in this that I see things are not easy for you but I know you always get through it and here I felt for you because you battle so hard and life gets you down and this piece had emotion and truth and I felt it in every line but you express it wit creativity, you pen it with ease, you say there is no flow to your thoughts yet the piece was smooth and the little breaks in the storyline were there to reflect...to find the path you should tread.

    I am in awe always not just of your talent but your heart, your strength, your beauty.

    Love ya girl
    xxx

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