This house is a wreck and so am I.
Its reflection of dust
mirrors the ghosts in my eyes.
Dereliction runs deep in these veins;
the ghosts of my dreams weep
through midnight window panes.
Glass bones break,
muscles raw and weak
no longer speak to me-
But cry out
in pain,
enduring misery.
Author notes
art by me.
this poem is about chronic pain.
Written October 21st, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Pain pain pain by Hope Is Left Behind.
300 points, ended November 20, 2005, 32 entries
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great poem amnesiac heaven, spooky and creepy yet it is beautifully written, nice one, good luck in the contest
best wishes as always
Star Of The Night
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Having myself the annoyance of suffering from gout, I will use the third stanza to curse my destiny from now on
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I was just commenting on a poem by my friend Greg here on AllPoetry, and I find that what I was saying to him greatly applies to you as well.
There are some writers who can pen anything and have it read as a masterpiece. You are one of those types. It seems as though there is not any single topic in the world that you could not write about and have it be awesome. You have so much talent, and it is always a brilliant pleasure to read your latest.
Justin -
'...the ghosts of my dreams weep through midnight window panes...' Raw & vivid, Lea...intense & profound with suffering...I understand this one, as well...Although, at times, the pain has been so great, I can't even see the dust for my tears of misery...chronic pain sucks...so does the lack of a cure for it...Hope you're feelin' better, Lady.... Wanda
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thanks,
Lea
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A beautiful piece here...love the imagery and intelligent use of metaphor. Peace, Sharon x
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