Metaphor

A Poem by marygedgar

examining ones life.

I sometimes feel like I’m sitting in a room
alone
with people crowded around
an infinite space
in an infinite time
even a whisper is so loud it hurts my ears
they bleed
it runs down the side of my face
instinctively I wipe it away
i see the blood on my fingers
i blink
blink the blood away
i must be imagining things
i see no blood
just my hand in front of my face
shaking
i look around the room
there is nothing distinctive
nothing alluring
it’s vast and full of color
small and void of color
full of noise
void of noise
full of life
dead
people move past me without giving a glance
people stop and stare
stop and glare
stop and say hi
say bye
everything in slow motion
moving too fast
i can’t make them stop
they all stop at once
my bleeding brain
am i crazy?
is this normal
is this not?
will my brain continue to bleed
bleed out of my ears onto my face
drip down my body onto the floor
there I will lie
there i will die
i’ll be no more
my life is a metaphor