Open Poetry #37 |
Hailed at the corner |
playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland |
I was hailed at the corner and He said I could go no further but He knew another way a less painful, quicker one I invited Him into my mind for a cup of tea... I heard a truck horn wail who wants to guess what I did next? Truck is coming people are gathering The air is thick with blood Invisible to the naked eye of course. Its screams become audible after a long silent spell inside my head And I can feel It stirring. The Black Smoke, me, tries to lull it back to sleep. I am confused and then I remember I am Black Smoke, after all But what is It? It cannot be nameless I know what It is, but the memory lingers, tantalising just out of reach It is awakening trying to scream again It is telling me something but I am Black Smoke and Black Smoke doesn't want to know Truck is coming people are gathering I smile Black Smoke laughs It is struggling but Black Smoke has It bound gagged Maybe I should free It NO! Black Smoke is not happy I am not happy Maybe Black Smoke isn't me after all. "Yes it is" He assures me "Don't listen to It It will make you weak again but I will make you stronger" Again? Black Smoke stands on the road I wait Truck is coming people are gathering Truck is coming, truck is coming Lights rush, horns blare It screams! And I understand. |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
Great stuff. Very vivid, I could easily picture it. Yours truly ~Broken~ "Base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away." |
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playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland |
thank you. it was written without thinking that it would probably make zero sense to anyone else. anyway. gosh even this is written confusingly. is that a word? yes. god. i need sleep. xxx |
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