I knew it was time
by the shade of light
on the curtain,
that slowly revealed
my grey-ringed eyes.
In my mind a vision
of the bathroom mirror,
I dare not look in.
I stood at the top of the stairs
in last week's clothes,
stark naked in thought
of the door I stared down on;
things coming my way.
Things, not "things";
beasts changing shifts.
by NaughtonP
Author notes
To the contest-setter: I have read the bi-polar review material via your link.
A contest entry
- I Want You to .:.Scare.:. Me!! by DecorusApparatus.
550 points, ended January 5, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Aww ~ I am sorry...
Wow; this really does describe the sense of change and looking back at yourself and things to come and how unrecognizable things are when they shift. Beasts? Yes, they certainly can be. Sometimes bearing gifts of profound beauty and awareness. At other times, horror beyond our comprehension. It is a continuous play of shape shifting so to speak.
I like how you put it- "Changing shifts."
Very good write and thought provoking. I felt the apprehension that you go through, and undoubtedly what most people with bipolar illness experience. Thank you for your entry!
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"beasts changing shifts" That conjures a creepy feeling. Very effective.
Enjoyed your write.
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A well written piece.
Thanks for entering.
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Wow, I am so pleased that you entered this poem into my competition. The theme of this poem was startlingly strong and I could identify so clearly with what you have written. I read through this several times, and each time was awestruck by it's purity. You have left no words unsaid, nor have you spoken too many. I feel a deep connection with this poem, it struck a personal note with me ad I totally understand where this came from.
"stark naked in thought
of the door I stared down on;"
Wonderful wonderful words.
Thakyou for ntering my contest.
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