Goodbye, farewell: This is when my universe collapsed
Goodbye, farewell:
This is when my universe collapsed,
An inverse Big Bang,
My body confined and contorted to a point,
My mind wrapped in fiery sheets.
I existed inside the sound of a piano key,
And my captor held his foot on that perpetual pedal,
I dared not scream,
Because I was not aware that the sun had swallowed me whole.
I smiled and waved to the ghosts of my old life,
A shotgun shell ripped apart by nothing.
Mannequins surrounded my everyday,
Drowning in the rivers,
And I watched their pretend deaths and attended their pretend funerals,
Black balloons tied to my wrist,
Stretched as the flesh around my bleeding mind.
I then learned you can grin through a heart attack,
And I found out that my body was riddled with termites,
And I was a puppet to a psychopath,
I couldn't cut those strings!
The violins, once soft, began screeching,
Pigeons turned to hornets,
I was thrown into an alabaster cage,
I swore it was made of out my own skeleton.
I crouched in the corner,
A defeated beetle confined to a shell it can never shed,
Blue paint dripped down the walls like honey,
Bees aren't so kind after all.
Have you ever seen the sky ripped open?
It cracked like a robin's egg,
Even though it was crafted from steel,
Lamplight fell into my universe,
And stars were born once again.
It took my eyes months to adjust to this foreign brightness,
And a hand coated in glowing dust reached into my small heart,
It wrestled with my toxic mind,
A demon in and of itself implicitly defined,
And it broken my bone cage,
Shattered it beyond repair.
That was not my skeleton after all.
I found the master of the hand,
A small boy made of cosmos and scar tissue.
And we danced through oceans,
What a soft blue compared to the paint.
My pin point burst into space:
Hello, I missed you.
Posted Dec 31, 2017, 3:35 AM UTC
Interesting piece! Sporadic in its flow, some thoughts get lost.
I feel like you would be able to revisit this piece and condense it a bit more, and organize thoughts a bit more.
Then again, maybe there is a method to the madness!
Cheers!
I think I would definitely like to revisit this some day! It was a pretty rough poem...I didn't spend much time in terms of overview and editing; I just kind of left it as is after I finished writing it. I feel like I have a tendency to write in a stream-of-consciousness style (even sometimes unintentionally). I'll try to come back to it after awhile and organize it a bit more! Thanks for the input! :)