Silent Warnings

So worn,

I can’t get passed it.

So torn,

But I try to mask it.

Each move,

Could hurt forever,

With a pain,

That’s a greater measure,

Than all I’ve known before.

My soul,

In an early casket.

My life,

In a wicker basket.

Can’t move,

Cause I am fettered.

Like a slave,

I’m bound and tethered.

And I can’t take much more.

But no…

Don’t go.

I can’t let go.

I’m praying,

For a world that stays the same,

For a time that doesn’t change.

So no…

You know,

I can’t let go.

I’m living,

In my head, where I’m secure,

In a past I know for sure.

Confined,

In a lonely bracket.

No choice,

On a lonely ratchet.

My world,

Is about to sever.

I fight to keep,

It all together.

The way it was before.

I hear,

The silent rackets.

Alarms,

Like broken gaskets.

I’m told,

That change is better.

I don’t believe them,

Whatsoever.

I can’t take this anymore.

But no…

Don’t go.

I can’t let go.

I’m praying,

For a world that stays the same,

For a time that doesn’t change.

So no…

You know,

I can’t let go.

I’m living,

In my head, where I’m secure,

In a past I know for sure.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this feels like someone who is suffering the early signs of dementia...much like Emily Dickinson's "i felt a funeral in my brain"
the speaker knows it is happening, is praying for it to stop, but knows deep down that he or she is going to live inside the head..and hold on to what he or she can still grasp for as long as possible.

j.

[Michael (Letters and Lifelines)]

Wow! That's a really amazing interpretation, Jacob! Thank you for reading and reviewing! Your input is greatly appreciated.

[Caradoc]

Aside from the bit about prayer, I'm totally feeling this poem. Very well done. Very relatable.

"Don't let go."

Hmm....

-Caradoc

[Michael (Letters and Lifelines)]

Thank you for reading and for the kind review, my friend! I'm glad you enjoyed it!