The Long Drop

Neville

The Long Drop

 

I am the long drop

    That wakes you

        In the dead of night

 

I am the dull ache

    You mistook for some

        Kind of heart attack

 

I am that phone call

    You always knew

       You would receive one day

 

I am that voice

     In your head the one that always

          Tells you to jump or burn yourself

 

I am that first grey hair

     The one that caused

         You to panic in the fast lane

 

I am the shadow and unfamiliar

       Sound outside your bedroom door

              When you are home alone

 

I am the discoloured lesion

     You discovered during your last

           Self examination ritual

 

I am the consequence

     Of you daring to walk under ladders

            Without a raincoat or umbrella

 

I am your worst guilt trip

     And the port wine stain on your

              New white blouse

 

I am all the things you love to hate

      So much about yourself

            But can not live without

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2018 02:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: I shall leave it entirely up to you...
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  • orchidee

    This about someone having a bad hair-day?! heehee.

    • Neville

      something like that.. maybe

    • Goldfinch60

      The mind can play such awful tricks but those tricks (fears) when faced just add to your experience.

      • Neville

        what is not in the mind, is either in print, in the bin, or incognito ...

      • sylviasearcher

        Fear is king?
        Peace one day will win

        • Neville

          I thought Elvis was king.. but I do hope you are write on the other count...

          • sylviasearcher

            I hope so too

            • Neville

              maybe we should form a cult or summat...

              • sylviasearcher

                What would be the beliefs and functions of the cult?
                Could it be set out in prose?

                • Neville

                  I think prose would be absolutely crucial, no cons allowed... I will leave beliefs and functions entirely in your court.. N

                • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

                  In short, you are my worst nightmare. LOL!

                  Great poem, Neville, with lots of food for thought. 🙂

                • Suresh

                  I AM FEAR, THAT WAS TAUGHT TO KEEP YOU SAFE, AND NOW HAS BECOME AN INTREGAL PART OF YOUR LIFE.
                  Boy, you piled up our fears, one on top of another - thou poetically

                  • Neville

                    Twas meant to be & now I am indeed replete.... thank you kindly...

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    The final stanza changed my mind about all the foregoing - - it is a love-song and appeal to that special one whom you need to understand how close you really are........... I love this one Nev....... x

                    • Neville

                      thank you dear Fay....



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