Thursday, November 3, 2016

four white walls watching

we watched her every morning
she would go out for many hours
until evening when she came back
returning to dreams at midnight

she would go out for many hours
yet her sadness stayed behind
it permeated the very air we breathed

until evening when she came back 
and we saw in her eyes diminishing
light and a growing darkness

returning to dreams at midnight
we saw her swallowed every pill
and cross over the eternal bridge


- This poem as inspired in part by dVerse's Halibun #24: Bridges and Poetics:If Walls Could Talk prompts from earlier this week.  



10 comments:

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  2. Well done, though a sad story for walls to tell. Beautifully and simply written, I like this.

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  3. Gayle Walters RoseNovember 3, 2016 at 9:06 PM

    Those walls let us make our own choices while they silently watch. This felt eerie and sad both.

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  4. I think, in presence of a depressed person, the walls seem thicker.

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  5. A tragic story. Walls have seen so much pain.

    I especially like this part.."her sadness stayed behind/ it permeated the very air we breathed"

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  6. The sadness is deep...and perhaps that eternal bridge is the only way ~

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  7. You have captured the essence of a tormented state of being, followed by release from this mortal coil.

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  8. You did a good job on this one. At the end, it sounds like she takes her own life.

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