13/12/13

I can't sleep

The image haunts me still,

Your limping gait and empty eyes,

Morphine on the mantelpiece,

Yellow nails left unchecked,

Curved like your spine when the pain came,

The unmovable man moved at last,

Sobbing as the walls closed in

I remember the day you died,

Your heart still beat but you were gone,

I hurried home to watch your shell,

Silently taken from my couch,

I remember your trousers riding up,

As your carcass struggled to stand,

Your knees were raw and broken,

Controlled even then by lifelong vices,

I imagined how many times you waited,

For the house to fall asleep,

So you could drag your broken body,

And put the catalyst between your lips,

Invite death through our door and into your lungs

The anniversary looms,

Your ghost invades my sleep at night,

The memory etched forever in my mind,

Of morphine on the mantelpiece.

Author's Note

This is very personal and very unpolished and will likely stay that way

Reviews

[Mischa]

This was an excellently written poem that was both highly visual and highly touching. I hope that you will continue to write more poetry.

[Cece Anderson]

Thank you so much Mischa.

[Elena Motionless]

Wow that was amazing. Very beautiful.

[Cece Anderson]

Thank you, that's very kind of you to say.