This Wild Death
I am sitting in a mirror,
hurrying truth faster than it has time
to find itself,
my skin is catching up
and I am missing everything.
I let the tigers out, they crawl
around, scratching my walls,
guarding the music that played three years ago
while I unwrapped myself
for love. I can not
make them leave!
This room is buried
deeper than his coffin. I breathe
less than the body he left
behind, tight blue lips
whisper
how cold it is down here!
Dig me out of this mirror,
this wild death! Is killing me
a plan? Is taking life
straight from my skin
a revenge? I can not
start a dead heart. I can not.
Posted on February 19, 2013, in Poetry and tagged anxiety, being alone, death, Depression, experience, fear, grief, heartbreak, help, journal, life, Literature, loneliness, loss, love, pain, Poems, poetry, reflection, Relationships, sadness, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.
You have a strong sense for metaphor and some truly memorable lines. “This room is buried/deeper than his coffin” beautifully revealed and never said forcefully or directly. Also, “tight blue lips whisper/how cold it is down here.” Haunting.
I second. Your poetry always makes me feel uncomfortable. That’s got to be a good thing, right? It’s like feeling someone blowing on your neck but each time you turn around, there is no one there.
A beautifully written poem with some very evocative images, haunting as the above comment says.
This is heart wrenching. Extremely good writing.
Heartbreaking…I love this line “hurrying truth faster than it has time
to find itself,”
Beautifully haunting. xx
left me breathless, with a lump in my throat holding back tears & visualizing a love of 3 years ago. You are as Amazing as the weave of your words!
An amazing and talented young lady you are! I think anyone can feel this, but the part about the skin catching up….i totally get it. great work!
Amazing! I have always been fascinated by movies and horror stories of mirrors… This poem is a fantastic piece of work!
Wow! This is so beautiful! I felt the power in this, nice work!
This reminds me of Poe and his “Tell Tale Heart.” You’ve written a very cool piece.
exquisite…
Powerful, strong but understated. Very nice stuff.
This is fascinating….haunting and a bit dread…brilliant!
The metaphor and the lines are so vivid, giving life to a lifeless mirror. Very strong piece and I must agree with the statement above about Poe’s “Tell Tale Heart”
Powerful imagery. “I can not start a dead heart” When to close with a flourish. This will leave a mark. Thanks.
I truly appreciate your ability to capture the experience of being bipolar. As a poet, I have often tried to do the same and struggle to find words that make sense (maybe that’s the truth of the matter). As of late however I have been banging away at this with some success. Keep on putting those words together. Have you ever published?
I guess I’m just joining a mob of voices in saying WOW! I am and have been in awe of your expressiveness. I would like to invite you, if you’re interested, to pledge to A Canvas Of The Minds – a collaboration of bloggers committed to mental health. I know your blog is about more than this, but if you are interested in finding out more, the link is http://acanvasoftheminds.wordpress.com/2013/01/25/blog-for-mental-health-2013/ – thanks again for the inspiration you give me!
I agree with all the previous comments. You truly have a gift with weaving words together into a fabric of emotion.
Simply brilliant. I do not study poetry and so can say little of use except that I really appreciate the thoughts and feelings- heavy, from a real place, and yet vague enough to enjoy. Thank you.
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