I am alive but not quite dead
I have become a cancer
I chew away at others lives
The beast has me in its grip
The cheat I am is exposed
The leaves of autumn fell
I'm now channeled in winter’s grip
I cannot be released therefrom
I will never return back home
The devil has possessed my body
The beads of sweat drip down
The owl hoots from the branch
No, it does not speak my name
No longer do I have any hope
No, I do not deserve it
Old Egg, Cheer up - Spring has sprung and things can only get better!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a nightmare, OE. Threading the owl calling your name (or not) into this piece was brilliant.
ReplyDeleteTo be exposed is what we all fear, I fear!
ReplyDeleteIf the Branch Could Speak
This is so powerful!
ReplyDeleteNo longer do I have any hope
ReplyDeleteNo, I do not deserve it
Despondence and the feeling of a let down can be triggered off in many little episode. It's a matter of getting prepared with a Plan B! Wonderful write oldegg!
Hank
The owl is beautiful..even if your named wasn't called. :) Very different poem for you, oldegg. Well wordled.
ReplyDeleteYes, very different from your usual. Vivid and concise giving rise to a sense of real fear and dread.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is not your usual sweet stuff, but I like it a lot. Sometimes a little salt adds a nice balance.
ReplyDeleteSometimes after "Night of Terror" we can breathe calmly again, good to release the fear.
ReplyDeletePowerful poem, Old Egg. Reminds me of a neighbour of mine. Describes her to a T.
ReplyDeletePamela
i am alive but not quite dead, great start to this excellent piece. I love the way the owl hoots too.
ReplyDeleteI am alive but not quite dead. Love that line. It's fall time in your neck of teh woods, so does evoke this kind of poem.
ReplyDeleteYou portray that terror really well in your words. Expressive writing.
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To be possessed in that way ... what an ordeal.. I hope that spring will bring you hope.
ReplyDeleteLimbo is a terrible place to be.
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