pockets of emptiness

Another loss/grief poem.

when morning opens my eyes

i am still heavy with unlived dreams;

the dramas of the night

lace shadows over this face i see,

daughterless mother in the mirror.

 

still, i breathe.

 

 

i slide a Prozac over my tongue,

stumble through breakfast,

cancel another appointment.

in drinks, i measure the time left,

count the hours that pass without you.

 

still, i breathe.

 

 

i do what i cannot do without doing,

nap between, in increments of 20.

i am not without emotion

but something within has rotted,

all is by rote, mechanical and dead.

 

still, i breathe.

 

 

i breathe and breathe and breathe,

sometimes i forget to remember

and sometimes i remember to forget.

mostly, i breathe these pockets of emptiness.

all there is of you;

 

i breathe.

Author's Note

As always, all polite/relevant reviews are welcome - including constructive critique, grammar and spelling corrections. Finally, thank you for taking the time to read/leave a review!

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

This is excellent. I remember feeling just like this at around 28, but this poem is far more expressive and well-measured than the oblique poems that were all that i could manage at the time. I wish i could have written something so lucid as this! That last stanza is absolutely perfect. Brilliant!!!

[Coffee Vampier]

Sometimes we all just need a little help

[hmm]

thought provoking write, enjoyed reading this.

[Cynthia]

This poem is amazing. I feel like that every now and then, but I'm never be able to write that feeling down,a outstanding poem! The feeling is strong, powerful, and the way you repeat ' I breathe' is just... perfect for the flow, the feelings for this poem! A moving piece, I wont change anything if I were you, cause the feelings like this is hard to get and when so thats when you will change it, cause you're actually feeling it:)
Amazing!

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A deeply moving, dark and thought provoking poem. The opening and closing stanzas stand out for me. A very sad and powerful piece.

[Ashesh]

A wonderful poem. You did a great job here. If you ask me I wont change a line. Last stanza really stood out for me. Thanks for sharing.