5 Alarm Chili For The Soul

I can never say

the right things,

the right way,

at the right time.

It's just not how I operate.

I take the things in

that hurt me most,

to quicken the beat

and shorten the life

in my heart.

It has been

is now

will be,

gravel to me.

And I don't have any skin left.

I am an expert

tying myself in knots,

cutting apart memories

so I bleed

in my mind.

Or maybe not.

If I lay still enough

maybe they will 

take me away,

put me somewhere 

cold and dark and wet;

put feathers at my feet

and tell me to have a 'good ride.'

But I think it would

be best,

if I turned off the light

and pretend.

Today never happened.

Reviews

[Misery]

How many days, dear poet, have we vehemently pleaded that today would go away as if it never was? Time was never merciful and the day remained. So we took in our poisons and toxins to get us from moment to moment, but we never had enough and the moments always kept coming. Thank you for sharing words that speak to deeper truths and do not waste space with surface formalities.

In the echoes of Marvin Gaye: "Talk to me - so I can see - what's going on..."

[Abigale LeCavalier]

Yeah, if it were not for poetry id probably be dead.

[Misery]

Then...thank God for poetry. Your raw, exposed lines help me feel a little less isolated in my agony.

[Abigale LeCavalier]

At least it does something for someone. Have a great night.

[Misery]

You as well. Keep sharing, it helps.