Cemented

Cemented,
I fear the door

might never open

 

The ribcage, furled

Like petals of a rosebud

 

Into eternal night

 

I need the light

 

The lungs collapsed

In a photograph,

Asphyxiation

 

Forever, forever in that moment

Before the drowning man

Inhales the ocean whole

Forever.

A clog 

Echoes across a drain

The valve shut 

Tight.

Shh-

Shut the f**k up.

 

In that moment--

Upon the icy rings 

Of Neptune

A sunflower reaches

Out.

To a frigid star

Forever

 

Cemented.

 

Hope not,
Hope never, to

Find the vein

And tap into it with a needle

Not with a thousand 

Crowns of thorn

 

Hope not, hope never

Cemented

 

Beach me,

For I have been

Swept away by the tide

With sea, and sky, and blue

The coast is

 

An old, barren

Hairline

Knifing across my pupils

 

Beach me,

Cemented

Reviews

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I'm living this, right now and today. I can't begin to tell you how much empathy I have derived from this piece of excruciating pain that you have so sensitively and precisely expressed. I'm inspired. I am "cemented" because I gave my word to someone and I am so bound to that - that even if that someone is not bound to their word - I can't let go; I don't want to - even if it means - I could be forever.

(I just read Sarah Kane. Thank you for that too.)

[SilentVerses]

Love the images and chosen words, they create a fluidity to which the repetition adds to, the occasional rhyme unhindered flows forth and the second stanza hold such wonderful imagery, adore the hardened elegance and elemental disguise.

[Orlando Murcia]

Well done my friend...


Orlando