Felled
Silvery flash in dawning sky
As humble pigeon flutters by
.
Nothing sustains
.
Barbed wire bandages
Wrapped around my eyes
.
Every start – drained
Leeched by ennui
.
I have fists
But no voice
.
Soaked in apathy
Driven by lethargy
.
In this forest
Each time I fall
Will a sound be heard
Now I am merely
One hand clapping
.
I’m old bubble-gum
Under your invisible friends shoe
.
I just want to sleep
Never to wake
.
My lumberjack
Walks away with
Ne’er a backward glance
As humble pigeon flutters by
.
Nothing sustains
.
Barbed wire bandages
Wrapped around my eyes
.
Every start – drained
Leeched by ennui
.
I have fists
But no voice
.
Soaked in apathy
Driven by lethargy
.
In this forest
Each time I fall
Will a sound be heard
Now I am merely
One hand clapping
.
I’m old bubble-gum
Under your invisible friends shoe
.
I just want to sleep
Never to wake
.
My lumberjack
Walks away with
Ne’er a backward glance
4 comments:
Strong coherent sweep to the poem. The lumberjack, who initiates the fall I presume: Is it you? An enemy? An indifferent other?
I was aiming for ex-lover :)
And the distracted turmoil of being dumped...Futile pursuit and impotent anger...
Though I suspect I got carried away with a few bits.
"I’m old bubble-gum
Under your invisible friends shoe"
I loved this line :)
This is an interesting poem!
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