Deathbed.

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 23, 2014


Be honest with me now. These dreams
are teacups too delicate for the claws
I am still learning how to master. Time
is hot, you can't sip on it, anymore.

Where are your cracks? Where are mine?
How do you seep in even though you
never break?

Last night, the visions attacked again
and again, into the evening until I
had to cleanse myself with steam and
soap just to not fall apart.

You left. Each time I received the phone
call, I took darkness to bed and forgot
I was a child of the Light.

If you don't die, would you have
wanted to?

-
Freewrite 12/23/14 @ 5:35 PM
Listening to "One for the Road" by the Arctic Monkeys.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Sipping on hot time!! Wow!
    Love this idea! The teacups for dreams was such a good line to use, you are a genius!

    I like how you continue the idea of the tea cup by the cracks, and how they can let things through, even though they themselves never break, such a great and simple metaphor.

    I got the imagery of the shower, of trying to wash away the pain and memories that linger on your skin, and you can't seem to get rid of it, it keeps you awake and haunts you, like really powerful flashbacks that can sometimes feel never-ending.

    Your title is interesting, and also to include it in your ending, with the question of, would you have wanted to die... this is interesting and makes me wonder. I think it represents the weak state of mind, in hard times, and how sometimes death can seem an option, but then when it comes to it, would you really want to die.

    I also like the child of light line, after taking darkness to bed, this was clever and I think again it shows how depression and dark thoughts can take over and we forget to look for the positive things, and be involved in them. It goes back to the temptation of going backwards I guess, like in your other poem.

    Enjoyed this one too.

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