Tomorrow, tomorrowA Poem by Ellen MaryThere couldn't possibly be one.
You will never observe
The unbearable pain
You will feel it
In your bones
In your beating heart
Spreading fire throughout your body
I can’t even begin to explain
When someone cuts you with a knife
Bleed
And walk away
When lightning strikes
Hearts skip a beat
Lifts you off of your feet
We’re all floating in a world with no sky
We’re all floating in a world with no ground
A world with no sound
A silence bearable
Close these eyes
Feel the pain
Comparable to
nothing
in such
Im living in a glass house
And everyone is knocking on the windows
On the doors
On the walls
But there are none
Its just a box
Im sitting in the middle
Crossing my legs
But I cant hear it all
I only feel it
Reverberating through my body
From my toes all the way up up up
Living in my brain
And dancing around
Like fireflies on the night sky
The knocks keep knocking
sometimes there are screams
And the drums keep pounding
Away away away away
The waves washing into the shore and falling back into the ocean
A moment of glory and a moment of retreat
Like the yoyo hanging from a plump finger
Coloring the concrete park
Breathing in and out
Im the only one breathing right now
Breathing tears
Breathing nothing
Breeding sorrow
In the blood
It spreads all over
And its all over.
Its certainly not the most pleasant of things
Resembling, nothing of Gods beautiful creatures
Not resembling the beautiful cockroach
Or a life sucking virus
Not resembling the treacherous catastrophes of mother earth
Not a hurricane or tornado
Not a landslide or tsunami
Not a volcano if I don’t say so
Myself
Unrivalled unparalleled supreme and unmatched unequalled
unsequelled, god oh dear god I hope it is unsequelled
first rate its first class its determinably unique
to speak
isn’t enough.
putting into words will never do justice enough
see this look the expression
at the epitome of it all
when the crash doth meet the fall
it breaks a million hearts
A fairy tale was a scary tale
There were ogres, witches and demons.
Battles where blood was shed
And life left to die
Life left to die life left to die
On the fields where hatred would explode in a fire then expire
Leaving ashes of broken bones broken minds broken trials
The lies are still intact
All of the things, left behind. No body wants
Are still intact.
Left for the salvager.
The fairy tale starts with a question
And ends in an answer. The ends an answer. The fairy tale world was not what you thought it would be.
Regret is a waste
Don’t hesitate to learn from your mistakes. Take them as swiftly into your memory
as quickly as this wonderful awe inspiring life has passed you by
Its quiet time right now
And we can’t disturb the peace
There are shushes from outside the door
There are humble mutters... whispers.
Wait, breath again. Paste a reminder on the wall. Every two seconds. Inhale, then exhale. ...and again. Come on dear.
And soon
If you open wide your imagination
all you can hear is the gentle union of my eyelids
My eyelashes
Laced with drooping diamonds
Falling to the cheeks
On the pillow
Leaching the sorrow
I’m sure tomorrow is another day.
You will never observe
The unbearable pain
When you see it
it is in you
an intruder
but its not you
an imposter
don’t foster
its life
slipping away, slipping away,
far far far away
I am certain
Tomorrow is another day.
© 2008 Ellen Mary |
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