Blue smarties in the battle field

 

Sad smile with my eyes shut

only way to bear it

can you see my meaning

I was lost in the end

On a never ending battleground of my own personal hell

now the worst is over

 

Milk on my shopping list

meeting with a therapist

note how well my life is

gone

no (real) blue smarties in the tube

no tube anymore

oh what has happened to the world?

I am the girl who loved tom Gordon?

 

Hands grabbing for my eyes

Violent (violet) flashbacks of the battle field

Can you see my suffering

No I guess you can't

Can you write in limericks

Oh I bet you can

What I wouldn't give for a cup of tea

 

Trapped inside that cell

Day after day

Night after night

Sometimes I’d scream just to hear the echo

I liked the echo

now I have no limits

I Have white eye lashes

and smudged eyebrows

but I am no prisoner of war

 

Sometimes I write a word (world) I don't know the meaning of

(renegade)

My face is white

but I am free

although I do have a meeting with my therapist......

 

Author's Note

(The girl who loved tom gordon, is a book by stephen king.)

Reviews

[alesuriko]

I really loved this... the random, chaotic and yet organized nonsense is so wonderfully described. The expression is great and I adore the imagery. It's so fragmented and nonsensical, I adore reading things like this. Really well done. The flow is also well worked out, it's fast and yet slow, emphasizing the organized chaos. Also the reference to Stephen King won me over (not really, the poem itself is more than enough to win me over, but it made me smile). I enjoyed your play on "word/world" and "violent/violet" very nice.

The only error you have that I noticed is "no" in the first line of the last stanza, you're looking for "know" with this one. But otherwise, amazing poetry. Wonderfully written and I especially love that in the ending it goes back to the therapist... nicely done.