where she lay

there is a hole in my bed where
I am thrusting
                    my desire to merge
and escape the hate and anger
                    I can no longer roll that dead stone -
 
there is a hole in my bed
where I am falling through
                                 heavy with dreams
      to emerge from silence, drooling
           with a dumb grin, staring at forever
                      in front of this bottomless bliss -

one moment an arrested 12 year old
without a map of any kind
                       and then this endless fall -

                    "yearning to be whole, in my bed"

the way death looks out from these eyes
           upside down and inside out-
                   dreaming again and slipping me into
a heart attack about to overflow -

it seems to be raining and I am a swimmer

Reviews

[Vanessa Whiteley]

You have an amazing and original way with words. The picture caught my eye initially and I'm so glad it did. This is an incredible write. The opening line is arresting and the repetition works well.

there is a hole in my bed
where I am falling through
heavy with dreams

and the structure compliments the poem so well.

[INSURGENT*76]

i like the last line , it kinda changes direction and brings the whole to an abrupt stop.

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

interesting write! :)