Atrophy

I don't know why I'm here,
sitting on this blue and white
striped chair,
when I should be



grasping at the hinges
of your door,
once closed, now open
to life
and all of its intricacies-

its haunting half-ghosts
begging for souls
at the soles of my feet.



I dream all day
of telling the doctor
I've grown tired of the pills,
little thrills gone awry
as I cling to the hope
of another blessed night.



Cursed stupor,
I hate your face.
Small eye,
hardened heart
s t o p p e d
long ago-
you start, then flutter
in vain,
you labor
then strain
to face the remnants
brought on by the day.





Anemic pillow case
holding me
in a somnolent embrace,
dead,
straightened shoe lace trippings
lost on me


on that highway
where blue fades to green,
my mind a shattering sheen
of faceless m o n o t o n y.



I'm still stiff
like your blue limbs,
O sister who never existed
but in my black, dark, red
dreams.






Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-08-05 at 17:10

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Commentally Ill
(thinking hard) i give up. where's the trophy you were talking about in your title?
2005-08-07


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
goodness me, this rammed into me really strongly... the feelings are so deep into this, really felt like you were offering a map into your soul... poetic and very impactful expression... im affected a bit more beyond what i can express... sincerely, wonderful poetry... id even say this is absolutely flooring... i'll definitely read more... thanks for sharing your talent :)

later...xx
2005-08-06


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a good piece here, i had images in my mind with the grasping at the hinges, of fighting for love. those pills, such pretty colours sliding down the throat.

yeah they need to fix that with the syria thing.
2005-08-05


Claire
The title seems perfect, there's a real sense of deterioration and decay in the piece, as if any hope is somehow rotting - very sad, very blue. My favourite image is the "anemic pillow case" - so pale and sickly. The last stanza is haunting, almost Plathic in the way it sounds and the pictures is strikes up.
2005-08-05