Tell Him Dear, For Your Sake

Tell Him Dear, For Your Sake

A Poem by Ethan
"

My mother is a fish.

"

Today, not unlike any other mind you, 

I seek through creaking grounds some 

Respite from my headache.

And ache it does, 

Like a great gong signaling a Chinese feast, 

Reverberating with sounds of pounding feet. 

They fall and shatter, these glass globes of crystallized thought. 

The cogs are frozen over once again, and 

When the wheels attempt to churn, they crack 

Like spinning plates of china. 


Sister or mister, 

God kiss whichever soul heals my head. 

Prescribe me something, Doctor. 

Anything, Dear Doctor. 

Have me lay as you inject my pain away. 

Help me to sleep, as you sleep. 

Help me to die, as you die. 

O Lord, what a thing am I that I may call myself I, 

As if I could be anything other than an I in the great eye 

Of my stormy amalgamation of mind-shards?


What's that? 

Who's there?

Is Papa knocking on my skull again?

Oh Papa, you know you can't come out now.

Leave me be, go to sleep.


It is not the season for reason, fellow men. In fact, it is the crux of the issue at hand. Smash it to pieces, that boring ball of reason. Every man must each shatter it inside himself so that he may be called a true man of the Everyman. A fork in the eye, a chip of the tooth; we possess no such primordial flaws. Follow me into the void, leave yourself behind. Drift simply. Simply be.


O Storm, hold me.

Wind, blow me.

Mountain, mold me.

Farmer, grow me.

Lover, loathe me.

Teacher, show me.

Father, know me,

For my head is most holy.



© 2017 Ethan



Author's Note

Ethan
I'm sorry I've been gone. I'll be sifting through read requests for a while. Any reviews would still be appreciated :)

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Always a pleasure to read your work, Ethan! This is absolutely beautiful! Well written, and well done

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thank you:)))
amazing poem !!! well worded and well written. extremely mature as well !!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thank you very much
I really love the imagery you are able to conjure up in your writing. I get the sense here that there is a lot going on in this mind and that makes the headache even more tantalizing. Very well written :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thanks :)))))
Like a headache itself, not simple to explain. I can definitely relate to the notion of not being able to escape ones self.
I like your style, the loose format but with pockets of rhyme. Nice work

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thanks very much
Calling yourself I is brilliant!

Regards,
Al

Posted 1 Month Ago


Wow. Amazing piece. Your descriptions are powerful. Keep up the great work! Thanks for sharing with us.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thank you :))
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Zoe
Headaches? Never thought one could write a poem on it. Well done you! This is some intricate work.
"Stormy amalgamation of mind-shards" - that's a lovely phrase.
I can quite much relate to it. Headaches kill us...and we're still in search for the actual killer of all headaches. Great work. I enjoyed it!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thanks a bunch :)
Zoe

1 Month Ago

No problem
What a thing am I that I may call myself I
This line is framed very beautifully. I enjoyed reading this poem. I liked the usage or verbs in the last stanza.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thank you :))
Najam Us Saher

1 Month Ago

You're most welcome ☺
Overthinking!!!! Gods, I'm such a victim! Your poem sounds very painful. It's also very beautiful.

Love,
Vasilees.

Posted 1 Month Ago


heavy with overthinking causing rifts in your brain to burst with unwanted feelings; a pain that is long lasting and seems to always come back... i enjoyed the poem Ethan (-:

Posted 1 Month Ago


Ethan

1 Month Ago

Thank you very much :)

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Added on September 11, 2017
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Tags: poetry, fee verse, prose, pain, storm

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