Plutonium

The roots of your hair were laced golden.

I observed immaculately propped up

upon a desk, looming over you,

where you cannot see me.

 

And without you I became a withered

lump of possibilities silenced shut.

The past was too exciting and you were

only a human of blood and bones,

 

too inept to attempt to stitch my

insecurities up with your suture.

But you never really gave up,

and now I'm your terrible fate.

 

I never lingered too far away,

just out of sight, a play of the lights

in a distant boring corner.

Gradually, day after day I became

 

a spectator of silence,

reading out between the lines of life,

a silent awakening.

I observed my entire world sitting quietly

 

below me and sipping on tea

and I tried to reach and nurture it

with my arms tied tightly

behind my back, straining

 

in purposeless hope.

It's like my entire being

became plutonium overnight,

living only a bitter half-life

 

for twenty-five thousand years,

destroying everything breathing,

blissfully unaware.

And I wish I wasn't your plutonium.

 

I wish my rays never found their way

so deep inside your skin that

no matter how much you scratch

or how many pints you drink,

 

the idle burning when your head

softly hits the pillow dissolves into

echoing tearful sobs, ravaging your

fevered body into forced sleep.

 

I wish I wasn't your plutonium,

and I wish those rays of mine

didn't bear the horror of

a miserable, bitter half-life.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

A very nuclear personality

[Little Birdie]

I see what you did there :)

[Kaylor Mason]

What I did?

[Little Birdie]

Made quite an awesome pun.

[BaneisBorn]

Lol, what he said.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

good title, interesting poem, well done dear!

[Little Birdie]

Thank you so much!

[Little Birdie]

You have a beautiful philosophers mind~
Thank you for this write...

E.L.

[Little Birdie]

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