i'd zip the cover behind me

The results of thinking about how much I love sliding into someone else's poetry.

inside a poem i found peace.

 

i wished that i could live in there,

just open it up and slide in.

 

i'd slip inside the cover

and pull the words close.

i'd wrap myself in them.

 

if i lived there,

if i could stop this wound

that bleeds itself upon my day

then i could breathe again.

 

instead i am here, chasing after

someone else's words

in dreams that aren't mine.

 

i can't seem to stop

the breathing, beating, bleeding.

 

it's hard not to mind.

Author's Note

This one is very much a first draft, I just needed to throw it together on the run so I didn't forget it. 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

[HB]

ah, words as a refuge. yes.

[Poeticadia]

The wonderfully gentle and uplifting image of 'sliding' inside the refuge of a poem... in contrast with the savagery of reality... the harsh repetition of plosives... the truth hitting 'hard' in the last line. A very very effective poem; pared down to its core, to convey its emotions clearly. Excellent!!