AnalysisA Poem by MadeiraA voice whispered to me this is you, wake
up. As through some trap door in my mind I
fell, I sat in a place between what is and what’s
not, In nowhere and everywhere under a spell. I stand and turn my shadow after the sun, The only way to see is with your
fingertips, I try to find the square root of minus me, Failing, I press my thumbs to the voice’s
lips. My throat closes up like a tulip at night, Close to blindness I view the white wall, Cigarettes, vodka, flickering sad images, A perfect swan dive into my downfall. I sit across from myself, face to face, To confront the truth inside of me We rock ourselves in this damaged boat, A shipwreck seems tender in this angry sea. Mother always hidden behind my eyebrows, Tries to shout over the fury of the waves, The wind gathers pace and hushes her cries, Pushing her back to the sleeping one’s
graves. A human tongue cannot say what we agreed, But floating on the water’s glittering
dance, I look to chasing the living present. Giving myself and happiness a second chance. © 2018 MadeiraReviews
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