the onset of insanity/isolation

i wrote this while i was stuck in my house, bored. i was looking outside of my bedroom window watching the mailman make his rounds, and suddenly this poem came to me. i decided to write it using simple language, i didn't want to shove flowery overdone wri

      I don't like the smell of this house,

This rotting house.

As winter exhales its last breath,

Fogging the air,

Leaving behind trails of sand on the pavement.

Filling the potholes and exposing the cracks,

Outside my bedroom window.

      My small window.

Chipping paint and rusted metal screens.

I watch as the slow truck halts,

In front of the dry weeping lawn,

And the slow postman with his white gloves exits.

Brushing against his truck's dusty frame,

leaving behind a vague handprint,

      He waddles to my door.

From within i hear the creaking of metal joints,

Followed by the rustle of papers hitting the chipped tile floor,

And i know that he has finished the job.

He walks back now, spine straight, head tilted upwards,

As if he was a tightrope walker.

more confident than before.

Each of his footsteps talks to me.

Each imprint on the soft grass echos to me,

      More bills less money...

      More bills less money...

And i sink inward.

Becoming more a part of these rotting walls.

And these panes of glass,

Where the ghosts of raindrops,

worn from the sun lay at rest.

      I watch him drive away,

He takes his time.

For a moment i see him turn,

turn in my direction.

His eyes are distorted, veiled, 

By a milky-white stain on the driver's side window.

But i can still see his mouth,

and i know that he's watching me,

Judging me...

      His face is plastered with a smirk,

A silent laugh.

I grow distant, uneasy.

 My chest lunges forward

As my beating heart,

Tries to break through my skin.

And the bags under my eyes, my restless eyes

Grow larger and deeper...

 

      I can't help but think,

That this will be the highlight of my day.

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[Fairy Tales]

yikes.....that was cool