I begged you to stop,
but you just kept swinging at the glass,
and I fell to my knees,
tugging on your clothing,
fearful tears streaming down my cheeks.
But you just kept swinging.
Do you really have to destroy it?
Did it hurt you enough
that you can justify shattering it
with your cruel words,
and in doing so destroying me?
‘Why?’
I wailed pitifully,
‘Why can’t I have it?
Why must you destroy the only thing
I have left
to cling to
in the darkness?’
‘There’ you uttered solemnly,
pointing to a hole in the glass.
‘The pretend has escaped,
and is leaking into the real world.’
‘But that can be patched,’
I replied,
hurrying to the spot,
trying to cover it with my body.
‘It can be filled again,’
I cried desperately.
‘No’ you articulated forcefully,
‘Soon after, the patching would crumble,
and the hole would remain open again,
spilling more of the pretend into reality.’
You raised your hammer to swing.
I am rendered speechless
for I know you speak the truth.
The pretend world had already
begun to seep into reality,
even as I frantically pressed my back to the opening.
I can not hide from you
that it trickles out through my eyes.
I know it will soon end.
You do not comprehend
that it is all I have,
that without it I will have nothing
to cling to in the dark.
But something deep inside me
tells me your true feelings,
that will forever hurt me:
That you don’t care.
Behind your shoulder,
I can see the darkness coming:
the terrifying,
swift black clouds,
that will block out the sun
that is reality.
When those clouds came before
I would retreat
to my make believe world,
where we were in love and together,
and I would be protected from the dark clouds.
But not this time.
As you swing your hammer,
shattering the glass that contains my refuge,
destroying it,
I cower behind you,
afraid of the looming clouds
that draw ever closer.
I grasp onto your lower leg,
pressing my tear stained face close to you,
pleading you to stop
as I feel the world that’s enclosed in the glass,
continue to fade in my mind.
But with one vicious thrust
you fling me off your leg,
sending me sprawling on my back,
ruthless in your pursuit to destroy my world.
‘No, you can not have this anymore,’
you tell me sternly,
fury rising in you,
‘It does not exist.’ you shriek,
and as you speak the words,
the glass defenses fall,
my world crushed by your cruelty.
And you desert me
to confront the terrifying black clouds.
Alone.
Author notes
As always, please comment. I think I might have some verb tense/repeated word problems, so please keep an eye out for these. I don't think it's done, but I've read it through so many times that it all sounds the same (I'm sure you know the feeling.) I know it's long so thanks for reading.
Written March 28th, 2005
A contest entry
- 1-Day Contest Part II by tdmm.
301 points, ended March 29, 2005, 17 entries
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break free from negative people.
Some people are so God awful and can not look past their own brain. -
i think it was wonderful the way it is........ i could really feel emotion in it and thats the best types of poems......... this poem is one of the best dark poems i have read.....
hillary* -
Beautiful!!!!! and i have to agree with deepest-cuts, in some wierd way it did reminde me of the twilight zone... anywho good write
~Kelsey -
Thanks for taking the time to read it. I really appreciate it.
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I like this one. in some weird way once I read it, it reminded me of twilight zone
write more good ones! keep writing!
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Do you have any suggestions to make it shorter? It was three pages before, but I cut a lot out.
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Quite long, I like your use of direct speech here, keep writing- this was a good write which I liked a lot, thanks for commenting on my poem
All the best,
Pozo
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