Ache

Ache

don't take

me down

with you

I've had

enough

of waking

up

alone

 

If no-one

else is 

home

who'll tell me

where and

what I am

 

How's it go

the story of the man

who lived alone

writing drafts

of his

tombstone

he had a ball

expenses paid

but the final

draft was 

never made

If sleep can

write the day

instead

then who'll

volunteer

to get me

out of bed

and

If I'm okay

after awhile 

who'll keep 

reminding me

to breathe

There's 

that story

of the storyteller

who wrote 

them all

except his own

he got stuck

inside a novel

that he couldn't

even read

 

Who'll tell me

where and

what I am

  if I wake

with just

an

ache

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Beautifully written. I liked it.

[Bluefire]

This piece brings a state of dej vu to my mind, especially this stanza:
How's it go
the story of the man
who lived alone
writing drafts
of his
tombstone
he had a ball
expenses paid
but the final
draft was
never made
~*~
I guess this has hit home today.
Splendid piece, all the same.

[K.]

Dang, man, you've done it again. Drawn me in with a simple word as your title and first line, and that first stanza, and all of the ones that followed it, made me keep reading until the end. As always, I have way too many favorite lines to quote, but this is my favorite, I think: "How's it go/the story of the man/who lived alone/writing drafts/of his/tombstone." You can almost just picture it, and really feel the desperation and loneliness; you delivered that in 16 words.

This actually reminds me of something I wrote a while back, stuff about who and what I am, and what to do. This was great; one of my favorites of yours, actually.

[Thaddius]

I'd like to see that piece

[K.]

I'd have to see if I still have it! I think I wrote something about it, but I can't really remember