Feelings drip like spilled milk...
The stone-faced reflection and the endless complexion.
All seams dispersing from the perfectly embroidered smile –
Nothing divine can save me now.
I was expecting a grander ending,
Like the one between Arachne and Athena.
I swallowed a pill of happiness...
But the aftertaste was revolting.
My two feet manage to take me to bed,
And I gaze at the Moon pretending...
To nurture me like a mother – to love me like a father.
With heavenly kisses...from the sky its sending.
I glance at the black widow - that abides in my bedroom,
That looks like a dead carnation –
Full-fledged in the nooks and crannies and debris.
It feels nothing and carelessly spins...
for it has consumed me.
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2022 10:07
- Comment from author about the poem: I honestly don't even know how I wrote this poem. I'm a little ambivalent towards it, it's kinda like a "love-hate relationship." My mind has just been feeling a little burned out recently, must be school or my personal struggles. But I hope this can connect with someone...somewhere.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
I am sure that those dark moments will go away and the light that is in your life will flare up again Rocky.
Andy
Hi, thanks a bunch Andy. I do hope so, things have just been pretty bleak recently, but I have hope. Thanks abundantly for the kind wishes!
Yes, hoping for 'lighter' times for you!
Hiya Orchi, really glad you stopped by and hopefully enjoyed the poem. Life, especially family life, has been a little hectic lately, but I will surelly keep my head up. Thanks for the love, see ya!
I know the feeling and I know it only too well .. wake up dreaming of heaven .. but spent another day living hell ................. Neville 🎶:)
Couldn't have said it better myself.
An engaging and well composed piece of reflection which captured my full attention from line number one - - your talent for painting with words is amazing dear Rocky.
Omg, hearing this from my muse means so much. You are a wise sunflower, always gleaming hope and love
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