3-24-16A Poem by T. R. Ash
I've been laying here
For about an hour or so Frozen Beneath the blankets Wrapped around and around My body Until they can't stretch Anymore. I have not moved Since my eyes opened, The usual morning routine, With my pillow soaked beneath me Of blue food coloring And salty wept tears. I've been laying here Trying to convince myself To go make some coffee. You see that's where my day begins, At the fridge door Hanging open, While I groggily dig the can Of maxwell house From the bottom drawer. It takes me a while To convince myself It's safe to start the day Because 100% of the time I regret that decision. Eventually, Like I always do, I gave myself the green light. I don't know why really Maybe I'll win the lottery today, Maybe I'll be proposed to Maybe I'll see the first unicorn in thousands of years Maybe I just won't regret it. And so I'm up, At the fridge With the door hanging open, And just as I've prepared The coffee pot To run its own Morning routine, My step mother is approaching me. She's crying And immediately I thought My dog, River, Who hasn't eaten in four days, Has passed. But no, Not yet. He's still kicking. Or at least trying, Trying to kick when he isn't vommitting Trying to kick when he isn't crying And this somehow makes me wish That he had just gone. She says he can't even walk And I watched him As he attempted to get up., Legs shaking uncontrollably Body collapses And he just lies there. Looks at me the way I imagine I do When I'm staring at my wall With wet n tired eyes, Blankets wrapped around and around me Until they can't stretch anymore. © 2016 T. R. Ash |
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Added on March 27, 2016 Last Updated on March 27, 2016 Author |