When The Fog Rolls In

Picking the bones from the graveyard of the sky
I made a shelter from this promised storm
and yet I felt every damn raindrop
cutting through my weak flesh
Picking out the dead space
so I can bury my emotions alone

I don't want to love you anymore
I don't want to rely on others
let me be an island far out at sea
so I can hide when the fog rolls in
You're a kitten lying on the moon
so save me some lunar bedding for tonight

Living in black and white
I can't lose the taste of bad hospital food
I'm tethered to the IV stand of boring, f*****g modern life
but you're something else
a platonic prosthetic
or at least a shot in the arm

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I know life can pull you under....you words paint gloomy emotions of grey colour...to feel as if you are engulfed in the fog...it can hurt sometimes...

"let me be an island far out at sea
so I can hide when the fog rolls in
You're a kitten lying on the moon
so save me some lunar bedding for tonight

Living in black and white"~ To want this kind of solitude, is to be lonely on your own island...
Well penned, my sweet friend!~xoxo~

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

"Picking the bones from the graveyard of the sky."

What a way to start the poem. It sets the mood. :)

[JayJayBlue]

Excellent work as always, I thought the first couple of lines in the second stanza sum up the paradox of wanting to be alone, but finding that, as human beings, we are gregarious in nature

[RainDancer1997]

Its been a while lol... your feelings are well expressed and I felt like someone without a reason to breath while reading this. I got quite wrapped up in the emotion of the poem. Great job:-) it was quite a read!

[Sami Khalil]

"so I can bury my emotions alone

I don't want to love you anymore
I don't want to rely on others
let me be an island far out at sea
so I can hide when the fog rolls in"

A berautiful poem indeed...Thank you for penning...:)

[L4rn13]

Very strong and powerful. This touched my heart as I can relate to the feelings expressed. I love this x

[Adam Crate]

This was a very thought provoking poem. The first line pulled me in and as soon as I finished, I went back to read it again. I enjoyed the imagery - it created a crisp, cold, and distant feeling. My favorite lines were:

"let me be an island far out at sea
so I can hide when the fog rolls in"

There is a lot of depth in those two little lines. It makes me think of someone wanting to stand on their own - to be an island - but also to be far enough away from people that they can vanish when the storm (the fog) comes. I also really enjoyed the last stanza; the ending felt as if it were unraveling. And "platonic prosthetic" - excellent use of words there.

Very well done!