The floor boards let out a whining threat,
as I count the seconds and my breathing.
I'm no longer stable; I begin to sweat.
This tension I endure, is unceasing.
I reach for the answer, but I go into shock.
This floor is crumbling
and my bones begin to lock.
This wallpaper is mumbling
and down my body goes.
I'm curled into a question mark, waiting for this house to foreclose.
-m.
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- M.M.K. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 31st, 2017 16:59
- Category: Sad
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WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ Love the melancholy it is complemented by the picture ! In my experience ~ Sometimes life resonates the sadness in your Poem.~ Thinking of you ~ Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my Poem ~Tthank B.
Thank you (:
And I will, of course, check your poem!
Damn, sorry friend if this is true
As far as the poem tremendous flow and rhyme my compliments
Stay scribing and striving dance within the surviving
It was true, earlier this year
and thank you.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! There's more to come.
Also, your advice is beautiful.
"Dance within the surviving".
Thank you and your welcome
💓
(:
I find this brilliant. Your words and use of language make this poem flow ever so freely. Your rhyming is good enough as to be unnoticed. A beautiful if also dark poem. Loved it - Phil A.
Bless your heart for your comments. They mean the world to get feedback and support!
I quite like this sonnet, too. Wrote it 4 years ago...I admire it because I was in a very dark place and still wrote something so beautiful...delicate...powerful. I long to write like this, again, but I don’t wish the pain back. This poem is a bittersweet reminder, I suppose.
Checking out your works next (;
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