I Feel Like Wood,

I Feel Like Wood,

A Poem by roi

Heart-crushing sorrow; a loneliness that expanded into what he would call 'despair'.

a tree with no roots.

my bones are chipping away like an old trunk
and my veins have gone cold.

am i of the desert or the forest? i can’t decide.
i believe i belong to neither side.

well, i feel quite dry
a bit of rain would be just fine

but at the same time, the sun is lacking these days

no heat in the pit of my stomach
just resting dust pooling at the bottom.

i’m no vampire, but i bear no blood
just rotting teeth and a fruitless tongue.

i speak no more than i barely breathe
thus the reason why my mouth is compared to an old floor-board;
when i try to open up, it creaks.

i tell myself no more,

because no one needs to hear me.
i am the old sofa in a grandfather’s library.

© 2014 roi

Author's Note

Word vomit on a type of emptiness I, myself, hadn't related to at the time of writing this poem.

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Added on April 23, 2014
Last Updated on April 23, 2014
Tags: comparison, nostalgia, longing, dusty, old, anguish, sorrow, empty, angst



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