I'm Under the Bed

by Maple Tree   Dec 15, 2016


I've altered my life
in exchange for burdens
that bare no witness to peace.

Cracks on walls are designed
for inner awareness and yet
layers upon layers continue
to infect the true essence of me.

Tears become flavored with apologies
unwarranted-

Tired of my own deception
I falter like a child in the night,
talking to monsters instead of
the ones who should have been
there for me.

Those monsters under my bed;
are like shadows, protecting
what is left of my sanity.

I've become cryptic in verse
for there are no angels
and if I spoke of Jesus
you would mark me
as Lucifer himself.

I speak truth, ears suddenly fall deaf-

So I hide under the covers
and wait for someone to
see if I'm awake.

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  • 7 years ago

    by ddavidd

    For a while I was away and didn't know how your poetry from the portraits of "still life" which was fantastic already, evolved to animation.
    It is so beautiful this poem. A poetic self psychological analysis. You have found patient and the Freud within you speaking with the same voice that perhaps a pair of untrained eyes cannot distinguish them .

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, utterly amazing, beautifully sad. I totally agree with Ben. It is so hard when we are "the one", everyone depends on us to take on all the stuff. You really have done a beautiful job with this-blown away-hugs to you!

  • 7 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    So I hide under the covers
    and wait for someone to
    see if I'm awake.

    Andrea ^^^ What a punch at the end!! Brilliant work!

  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Syrup, firstly this is an amazing write, structure and word choice and all the blah blah blahs are spot on, smacked it.

    When we are the load bearers it can be tough, real tough, we can start to question things we never questioned before, start to see parts of ourselves we once thought as strengths as weaknesses and can feel like we are changing for the worse with no brakes to stop it, feeling that we just need someone to realise what's happening and stop it. Without us having to ask. For someone to just recognise that **it is going down and we need a life boat.

    Spit and post Syrup. Nominated.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    No words for this Andrea, just beautiful.
    Hugs

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