The Cave
How dare you try to comfort me?
You tell me, welcome every thought,
every sorrow through the door,
as houseguests, may they clear
the furniture for something new.
Who it is it that you wrote that for?
There are no carpets here, no bed,
no chairs, just waist deep brine that laps
stone walls where pictures ought to hang.
Should I welcome every crab,
every stinging sea anenome,
every clutching tentacle
that wraps itself around my legs?
Maybe someone else will pin that shit
onto their fridge, and quote it every day
but sugared sentiments dissolve in here,
a single aspirin dropped in
a swimming pool thats full of piss and booze.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/rm7j5l/jenga/hpkosx6
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/rm2oya/breathing_again/hpkqx77
Posted Dec 22, 2021, 5:05 PM UTC
I love the imagery, that use of dichotomous scenery is so powerful here. I appreciate your ability in this piece to convey the scenario of living outside the limited perspective of those around you, and thus being unable to be understood effectively.
As for the message itself, harsh, brutal, emotionally gutting, but incredibly well built into. It wasn't 0-60, you started off with a sense of foreboding emotional turmoil that grew with a gentle crescendo into the heartbreaking finish. Wonderful.
Thank you for sharing with us :)
Thank you for the feedback and I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. I wasn't sure about certain parts, I'd usually cut a lot out but I didn't want to dilute any acid with this, since the, er, speaker here feels particularly crochety!