Hanging on Seven

Scraping the razor blade up n down the mirror
    The torn skin on my fingertips drop
One drop after another along the edges
    Rolling over the lip
I bend to suck my life back into me
    My orderly display of the chaos
That is soon to be sucked up into my brains
    Revs my heart and I flutter
With a million butterflies crying for their cocoons
    The soft feather down of white seclusion
Drops its curtain over the skin of my eyes
    Feeling the warmth of my future,
That has eluded me before this minute,
     As it wafts over my skinny bones
My hungry nose sniffs and roots for its pleasure
    Kick starting a fire
And I continue to scrap the glass
    Bleeding in my remorse’s
Wanting to crawl into the covers
    And listen to the babies cry
The sweet sound of innocence swells into my emotions
    Reminding me of the sky that is still blue
Painting pictures in those skies
    Hey it’s a horse
It’s a skater on thin ice
    that’s my life
My silent reproach through my drooping eyes
    Dreaming of nights left behind on the beach
While I crawl through the ice
    That slices through my veins
Trying to see what remains of my storm
    My cloudy thoughts are
Poked with my sliced  up fingers
    My how have they grown
My ocean of memories
    Begin to fade with the last blink
My faded snapshot
    Of what is left behind of me
The traces of my ashes kicked aside next to my panic fires
    I see behind me
And I scream hey
    Hey you
You don’t want it
    You gotta have it
Becoming a needing little thing
    A greedy little thing
That never grew up
    Playing in the snow
Carving tunnels far out of vision
    And I hath no fear of the caving
Of the crashing of the pure white snow
    That would freeze me in a beautiful stasis
My beautiful station of idolatry
    To my own careless thoughts
That leave traces of me in the mirror
    My little fingerprints of pain
Sucking my life away into my brain
    Sucking my life away into my brain
That brain that tries to tear me apart
    Trying to waste all of my time
Trying to claim all that is mine
    Making me forget about all of my fears
And everything that I hold dear
    Wishing I had a magic ring
A ring of the gods
    That I could kiss
And be free of all of this
    be free of all of this
Cause I am so good at tearing it all apart
    Digging round in my young boys heart
Looking for some comfort
    Looking for something to remind
Me that I am still whole
    While I sit hear counting the rings on my skin
My thin bleeding little skinny form
    That has been beaten in one too many storms
Leaving me flapping in the wind
    Soaring higher into brand new skies
Where down below it never snows
    Or freezes me to the bone
Clotting my blood making me whole
    Saving me from this sink hole
Saving me from the endless miles singing on the rails
    Crashing mirrors
Hanging on seven
    Wondering what its like in heaven
Hanging on seven
    Wondering what its like in heaven.

 

 

Reviews

[Cheryl J. Turner]

It is easy to get lost within this piece, which, of course, is a good thing. I was swept up in the emotion of it all.

[In just us for all]

terribly heartwrenching, my own illusion I see through your words almost De javu as though I was just there.
I was! Lost in a time.
You've mastered a pen very well. Applauds rampantly

[C.J.]

i realy think the way you spelled some words helped the poem come alive very good