Friday, February 15, 2008

Do not disturb

Heavy lids and fogged mind
Slow descent to a better place
Wrapped and snuggled
With fogged mind and heavy lids

To be brought
So sharply back
Whiplash waking
That upright bolt

To reach out and grasp
Liquid painkiller; gasping guzzle
And settle once more
To drift again, down down down

Wakened again - a whiplash bolt
As tiny teeth nip and nibble
Within a rag and cardboard nest
Rat infested home on derelict street

11 comments:

UL said...

eek! ...I am screaming!

shammi said...

Wow, talk about dark... you really know how to engage the imagination of the reader! So GLAD to have come across your blog.

Lilibeth said...

I was thinking morphine...not rats, but it helped me get the "liquid painkiller".

aria said...

it was quite 'disturbing'..:|

paisley said...

i too was thinking junkie... till the last line... very well done....

anthonynorth said...

A poem that crawls into your mind and infests it.
Very well done.

tumblewords said...

Oh! Rats. Ohmigawd. That's one scary poem very well written!

Heather Kathleen said...

i liked it. alot. i found it very moving...but then that's me. :)

Novel Nymph said...

what a dark place...i would not disturb...

Novel

gautami tripathy said...

I like the way you do dark pieces. Best part about your work is you do not dwell on self pity.

snooze time, baby!

Ruela said...

v. dark




;)