Stagnant

by Rusheena   Mar 15, 2013


Lying motionless in a pool of my own filth

I want to get up, but it's still warm,

and my room is freezing.

I couldn't move if I wanted to, anyway,

because I'm paralyzed from the waist down,

have been for the past three years.

It was a hit and run...

I had my headphones in

and wandered too close to the road.

I couldn't afford to pay a hospital bill,

so I hobbled home and never left.

Since then, I've used what was left of my

crooked legs to get around the house,

until I couldn't use them anymore.

So, I'm stuck here, dying of hypothermia,

in the middle of winter.

I'd rub my hands together,

but I'd have to tear them from the floor,

which is already littered

with fragments of my fingerprints.

Maybe one day, the ceiling will open for me,

and I can see the sun one last time.

It could happen, if a strong enough blizzard

rolls through and caves in the roof.

So, I guess I'll just lie here

and enjoy the scenery of my dead goldfish,

floating in their mossy green fish tank,

until I hear the first board crack,

and the last snowflake falls on my cheek...

*Inspired by Samuel Beckett's play Endgame*

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Oh Rusheena I cannot believe this has no comments yet!

    I love how it tells a story and in the beginning I was not sure where the story was going so I was interested as to where it would end. My first thoughts was about depression and that lonely cold feeling when you wake up in the morning but you do not want to get out of bed because it is warm and comfortable.

    Then when you add the incident of the car accident it explains why he has been lying there. I also find this topic very appropraite with all the news lately about teens being knocked down because they were too busy paying attention to their phone or listening to their music.

    I find the deepness of this poem very touching - in that he has been poor in the way of money and can't afford the hospital bill - it makes me truly appreciate our health care in the UK.

    I was also drawn into his emotional thinking, the desperate thoughts that the ceiling would open up and he would see everything he had been missing. It is also like he is waiting for death too, I got this from the last snowflake falling.

    I like the feel of the poem relating to the season of Winter as I could feel this through out all the poem and think it would hit spot on this persons heart and how they felt.

    Very creative poem and I like how you got the inspiration, so I have never seen the play but you have opened our eyes to this scene.

    The gold fish tank in the end really goes to show how long he has been there, how long he has been unable to care for them properly and so they have just died of hunger or poor hygeine in the tank. Very sad as they probably would have been his only company for a while.

    My only uncertainty is "So, I guess I'll just lye here " lye? should be lie or lay? Although not entirely sure which one.

    Very deeply touching poem.

    • 11 years ago

      by Rusheena

      Eh, I'm used to it, haha. I knew I was forgetting something! You're right; it's "lie" for a person and "lay" for an object. I knew about the "lay/lie" rule, but I guess "lay" was on my mind. So I wrote it without thinking. Thanks for spotting that. Glad you liked it :)

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