Friday The 13th

I wake up to find I’m laying on a bed of nails,

The only puncture wounds

Form a pentagram at the heart of my chest.

 

The newspaper left at my door

Is made of parchment paper,

The obituaries written in red,

Mine at the top of the list

Written in stone.

 

Freshly brewed coffee is bitter cold

And tastes like death warmed over.

 

A cloudless sky is pale grey

And the sun reminds me

Of a crimson tear.

 

Goose bumps turn to thorns

Leaving my rose bush naked and scared.

 

A stray black cat stops in his tracks

So I can read it’s mind,

“Don’t cross my path or I will have bad luck.”

 

To which I replied,

“But you have nine lives.”

 

“No, oh no”, Shirks the cat,

“ I gave them away to the devil

In exchange for your soul

You lost in a card game

To one of his minions.”

 

“But if I have no soul,

how am I still alive?”

 

“Because you are now nothing 

But a puppet being led by your strings.”

 

“But I love my free will.”

 

The cat just smirked,

“That is the price you paid

For playing with an angel's fate.”

 

Before I could reply

He turned into a puff of smoke

And drifted up my nose,

Suddenly I felt a release.

 

I heard a child like laugh,

Looking around, I realized it was me.

 

The rest of the day I spent

Playing tag with the shadows

That normally chase my mind.

 

Then I realized they were

Playing me like a fiddle

So I beat them like a drum.

 

I became so empowered

That I lost sight of the moon

Till he stabbed me in the back.

 

Life drained out of me

As the clock struck midnight,

Leaving me with the heartache

Of not thanking the cat

For saving me with his lives.

 

Reviews

[s y e]

How freaky but man, I love your imagination, haa. I made sure all doors were locked, windows were locked and lights were on... hahaha.

Hope you Friday 13th was good and not horribubble!

[Little Whisper]

My imagination wondered through this poem in the most curious way... I believe I heard the cat purr "thank you." .....Excellent write.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much, I love making people's imaginations move.

[Eddie Davis]

That was a fun look at at an unlucky day. Nice work, one thing: 'But a puppet being lead by your strings.” -- you meant to use LED rather than LEAD.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so very much.

[Matching Socks]

Lol! Happy Friday the 13th.
Remember to close the closet door tonight when you go to bed!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

I will try but the skeletons keep falling out and blocking the door.

[Matching Socks]

You need a bigger closet...

[Bright Ocean Star]

Brilliant write, Cowboy! I didn't know where you were going with this. I half expected you to be some kind of bloody vampire. I much prefer the cat's nine lives. Much more original. Great write!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Why thank you so much… I try to be original.

[Jennie Baron]

Ingenious! Quite a tale. Today it should be a poem about a full-moon Friday the 13th.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you Jennie, it is the poem I am reading on the radio tonight.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Hmm slightly creepy Cowboy Dale .I enjoyed it immensely.Great pen for sure.Friday the 13th does tend to bring out this part of us lol

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

What can I say, I am part creep… thank you :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Lol....you are welcome

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i saw him earlier today and thanked him for you...

i wonder if the lives left get stronger or weaker as we use them up.
there's nothing like the feeling of rebirth and playing tag with shadows.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Well good, thank you…

That is a good question Jacob… and how many times can we be reborn.