Alone

I greet my reflection

He mouths at me monotonously

Unable to say a word

I draft more collections

Of poems signed anonymously

Just dying to be heard

Bang. Bang.

I drank when the bottle read drink

Now I’m too small, I think

I’m trapped inside a house of cards

And I’m sleeping with the guard

Smash. Crash.

Bake me a cake with a file

It might take me awhile

But I’m digging a path through the ocean floor

Past the mantle, to the core.

There, I hope to burn alive

In fact, there’s no way I’ll survive

I’m haunted by her hailstorm eyes

The way they glittered in surprise

How they flooded the room with her pleas

How they searched in vain for the car keys

In the silence I hear the drip

Of the crimson blood from her lip

The carpet’s sticky, stained for sure

It used to be pristine and pure

Just another mess I caused

The storm in her eyes, forever paused

Reviews

[Revery]

Our passions will draw us into traps of our own doing. Onto the webs of another. This is well penned.

[emipoemi]

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.....That is the sound of speechlessness. Wow! I love this poem. To be frank, I don't particularly understand the "sleeping with the guard" part (which sounds forced in order to get a rhyme in), but everything else is outstanding and superbly structured; every image is strong and paints the picture just enough to in the end be left open incredibly to interpretation, all while underscored by a mellifluous musicality.

I would also suggest a title change, for this poem seems to have more profound themes than solitude, and thus "Alone" doesn't really do it justice.

Brava! Incoyable! Magnífico! Well freaking done!