Another Pindaric Ode, This One More Metrically Strong
Say pity makes for foul bed mates.It’s quite selfish and hogs the whole damn sheet.
You’re left out cold in frigid state
And chasing sleep that’s tense and incomplete
But still you cling. For where else can you go?
You’ve chosen this and so you sow.
You grip as much of warmth you can
Or try with rough and ragged, calloused hands.
And what you share your bed with could care less.
It’s there to only make a mess.
It’s there to only help you rot
But this you knew or else you’d not be caught
In this predicament. Shut up. Shiver
Like lone arrow left loose in some archer’s quiver.
To shiver’s well and good. You’ve come
So far you’re used to it. In fact, the cold’s
Become alike another home.
Take back your hands. There’s not a need to hold.
At least you’ve got a bed on where to lay.
So many can’t say that today.
In fact, you’re quite unkind, you know?
So count your blessings lest they up and go
And leave you lost and lonely. What you think
As hopeless really is no thing
So bad you need to cry it out.
And yes, some days you feel you may just shout
But trust, today’s not one of those some days.
You’re cold, just cold. That’s fine. So whispers your bed mate
And leaves you cold and drifts to sleep.
Reply then comes in silent weeps
You can’t control and tears stream down
To wet the bed. There’s not an ounce
Of kindness here. So leave.
You’re scared to be alone. So stay.
Regardless, there’s a choice to make
It’s hard. But think how cold you are.
Yes, think how cold you’ve always been.
Who needs bed mates who can’t keep warm
And when you deal with leeches step on them
Or else they’ll come with vengeance to bite back.
Of course, it’s messy to try and condemn
But only doing so will help you hack
A way bereft of pity’s misery.
For that no price be dear or deed be too dirty.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-06-16 at 12:37
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