Memory's Cold, Mocking VoiceA Poem by Well Blow Me Down!A poem of depression, loss, and blame
Memory's cold, mocking voice
Echoes in my ears Recollection's chains echo in my brain And I can't block out his jeers He replays ev'ry kindly thing My ex-friend said to me Because I don't know why they chose to go, He suggests why, cruelly. And it all is so convincing That I grant that his reasons are true It IS all my fault, for their love did halt When my wretchedness they knew "Should you not be glad that they did escape, "They were able to break free? "Nevermore inflict, on the ones you picked, "Such perverted misery." Though my conscious mind is aware these barbs Are all baseless, hurtful lies, I feel full of shame, I embrace the blame-- I'm content to self-despise For a real guilt stabs me to the hilt If I claim that they were mean; They are perfect souls whom my mind extols. Cursing them would be obscene! Well, each and every night I'm filled with fright. Bedtime brings my picture-show And I think they're here, saying "I"m here, dear-- "And I'll never, ever go." And I know what's next--I look 'round, perplexed, For they've vanished from my sight Oh, I wonder how they're doing now! Yes, I do so ev'ry night. "If you weren't so queer they would still be here," Says my memory. "Too bad!" And I clutch my pain to my heart again: The best pal I ever have had. Yes, I'm confident it's my pain's intent To console me all my life Little does he know, I'll force him to go! Cut him free, thus, with a knife.
© 2012 Well Blow Me Down!Author's Note
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Added on November 24, 2012 Last Updated on November 25, 2012 Tags: depression, abandonment, subconscious, loss, grief, friendship, net friends AuthorWell Blow Me Down!Yunlin County, Central Taiwan, TaiwanAboutI'm a college professor of lit and music, an expatriate from the USA. I'm into all sorts of creativity. (function () { document.write("");} () ) more..Writing
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