ode to shelley's lies

sweet angel somewhere..

my immortal beloved..

i have not thought much of you these days..

perhaps you left behind some of your rain clouds 

that trail you like a disappointed balloon vendor..

i am down with fever

shivering like an abandoned squirrel

beneath two blankets made of fur...

this winter is cruel, my once sweet love..

a spider is spinning its life inside me

memories laugh at me like the forgotten dead

at odd hours...in the middle of these long winter nights..

 

and all things around me..

the steel chair and straw mattress

they suddenly have waged a silent war..

while all i want is a hug

and something to hold onto

as i sleep... animate or inanimate ..

so,i have left my lights on, 

they warm up my body..

but their stare 

is so cold upon my soul..

friendless and unloved...

the last smite of a street urchin's staff 

on a man dying of consumption..

if winter comes,

my dear ..

will i survive till the spring 

Reviews

[Dayran]

Have some warm chicken soup.

[.]

. brutally beautiful, dear V., poignant beyond measure ... very vivid and overwhelming ... i can relate to this pain ... all too well ... if someone had told me i'd make it in this last one year ... i wouldn't have believed them ... next spring is probably going to be the first spring in my life ... and i still can't believe it ... thank you for writing this and sharing this ... there's nothing more brutal than a winter alone ... and pain must be shared ...