Nightmare Noise

Written for a young woman who does not care much for me.

Blinded by fear, panicked in disbelief, you left the fireplace empty
   and the timber lay heavy resting quiet on its side
   and the matches count plenty leaving no one behind
   and the smoke only blows as the cold meets your throat
   and the paper is scratched with a disheartening note

“O- kind you may be, fair and foremost honest & pristine;
   Poorly executing desires of company,
   bashing your morals of meticulousness."

So you move; you move before the cracked surfaces of dirt and asphalt,
    you move before the dry creeks and poisoned waters,
    you move before the molded, mannequin crowds-
    pushing through the nightmare noise that is screeching so loud.
    And yonder you step,�"where that is, I won’t ever be certain.

Author's Note

Discover your own meaning, preferably. Unless of course you'd like to sit down and discuss why this specific piece of angsty little bitch poetry is important to me?

Reviews

[Geralyn Miller]

You have written what I call an "onion" poem, one with layers of meaning waiting to be discovered by the reader. Each of us will discover our own truth as we read.
For me, your work spoke of times I felt like I am in the wrong world, out of time, step and place, the proverbial stranger in a strange land. Thhank you for writinjg a thought provoking poem.

[cassandra violet]

Loved it- and the authors note ;D