Open Poetry #12 |
The Wrong Time...a ramble |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The Wrong Time Today I awakened feeling strong but my clock internal, was very wrong. I am trying with this one not to rhyme but inside/outside, every time I try to find the words that won't, something else makes me stop. Finally... I am always able to listen to others and this last year it has been reversed ten fold, as my friendships have taken over. Some there to listen, Some to advise, which never really panned out. Some to criticize and some to push me, force me to see what I could not. I tried this morning to work towards a goal. Why can't I do it right now? Why is it that time halts me, even my clocks don't chime anymore. And the blinking ones just continue their pattern, as I watch the wrong time in the darkest of the morning hours. Why must I sleep with the TV on ? Why should natures sounds seem so loud and hurtful to me right now? The birds were singing and this morning all I wanted was for them to stop. The sun was shining through my bedroom windows, showering me in warmth and I only wanted to be in the dark. I don't want my nights to become days. I don't wish to see clearly around me. Why can't I move forward right now? Every step I take places me in a holding pattern in a place of anxiety, one where medication would help but would only delay these feelings that must come out. Tears? What about tears you say... My father must be wondering from above, if I am floating yet. He use to joke with me how our home would never have a shortage of water as long as I lived there. He knew, maybe he was the only one to know, how sensitive I was and am to life and it's harsh lessons. Continuously they flow today, maybe a break with a trickle now and then... but mostly that salty taste stays on my lips, as it passes over them reaching my chin before soaking me in all that remains of my hurt, my pains, remainders of a forever dream. I tried to walk out the door to see the daffodils in bloom, the birds building their nests, to take a walk in the light warming air, to see friendly faces of caring neighbors who do not know how to approach me and an invisible wall stopped me. Now here I am, sitting, reflecting tears drying, wondering how much longer before my friend, darkness, arrives... as the clouds have moved into position, the sun is going down and the clocks continue to blink the wrong time. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I can relate to the tv constantly on...when I lost my wife thru divorce I always had my tv turned on the trinity broadcasting network..a christian show...it was the only constant...always there for me...and believe me it is a relief... a wonderful feeling to begin to recover from the grief of a divorce. That was many years ago... James |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
To get to the light we must first embrace the darkness. You'll get there in time. Until then, write and heal. Lone Wolf Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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