Sitting near my windowsill looking out
Into the darkness beyond the dirty glass
Wondering why my reflection isn’t there
Staring back at me through the darkness beyond
I feel strangely cold even though the fire roars
The flames throw out no heat or so it seems
If it wasn’t for the moisture beading on the glass
I’d almost believe the flames were actually dead,
My neck is inflamed red welts from an unknown time
No recollection as to how why when or where
They came to be on my neck now swollen and sore
Tender and hot oozing clear liquid, strangely not blood
Something I can not fathom as I and feel the holes
How deeply they have gone…as if into my soul,
I have tried sleeping but always awake screaming
And never remembering why or what I was dreaming
Something happened but I cannot dredge up what
I do feel so tired so very tired but fear closing my eyes
Fear the dreams…something out there…beyond the glass
In the woods something watches or maybe I never woke
And this is really an endless dream…a nightmare,
Stranger yet is I cannot for the life of me find a pulse
Fingers to neck or to wrist no throb no beat no nothing
Yet I sit here breathing blinking thinking…lost
I feel deeply displaced like I am here yet no where
My breath leaves no mist upon the glass no moisture
So very cold shivering feeling more and more confused,
Where is the sun the moon the light?
Even the stars no longer grace this night
Just an endless inky darkness to dwell
Within a frozen room a keyless cell
Something precious was taken from me
Leaving only empty haunted memory…
may have typo's or mis spelling, will correct later on. ty
Comments
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Very well done this is amazing very unsual and unique I like this poem very much stands out from all the rest. Wow 100% in depth with such feelings great
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what imagery, well done , sounds to me like u are describing a transition u have been going through as things around u change...and how u feel confused by this change u are undertaking within..yet all at the same time u feel numb,causing you to quiestion many things including urself....I may be wrong, but this is just my perseption...very well done!!! -
Karl,
Welcome back! This sounds alot like me sometimes. I just feel dead inside like there is no life anymore. Keep the ink flowing. It's good to have you back! Love and hugs...
~Donna~
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Sounds like my life Gosh I have missed you so much I am glad that you are back you are not allowed to leave me ever again
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