Sometimes I wake up feeling buried
Much worse than just
The wrong side of the bed
I'm in a coffin of sorts
Unable to move
Scared and Petrified
Running out of Oxygen
Feelings bugs wriggle around me
And the only sound is silence
But it doesn't matter
I still have to get up
Because I have a purpose
And I'll be damned
If even this will keep me down
Maybe taking almost all day
I make my way though the nailed wooden box
Inch by inch up through six feet of soil and rock
And reach the surface
After a cab ride home and a shower
I go out with the broken fingernails
And bruised arms, legs, and chest
To make sure I at least try
To help one person
Before I go back to sleep
And start again
9 comments:
Gosh that sounds grim - it reminds me of the vampires Buffy kept finding crawling up in the graveyard.
Some days are just like that! I've had mornings when I feel just as you've so aptly described...
Read some of your other posts, too - very interesting place you have here.
Great poem! I like the persistence throughout...
CGP-ewwww-Buffy! JK-whatever you get from it is fine. I hope the older movie and not the series.
Pauline-appreciate the comment and compliment about the site-It's only been up for less than two weeks so I hope I can keep it interesting.
Paris-I try to be persistant with everything I do, but with poetry I have a point and have to get it across by whatever words necessary to make it obvious to me. Thats when the fun comes and everyone gets something else out of it.
I have been there! Great description using the coffin analogy. It made the confinement seem real.
Hi- The comparison to a coffin is a strong image and I can identify. Some days are like that!
Yes, it often is a way "to dig out" by helping others since you're shifting the focus.
You sound very giving of yourself "Broken fingernails, bruised arms, legs, and chest"
BTW, if you're the one I read about on Poetry Thursday who had to take his wife to the ER, I sure hope she is doing better. Please tell her.
GeL of Emerald Eyes
Sara, nice to see you back. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Sometimes I do feel very confined much more so than just a bad day, but thats life.
Gel, I can tell you've had experience with bad days as well. My whole life before college was helping people. I volunteered at a phone line for children and teens with problems answering calls. I don't think about it much now becuase it's just my job and when I am off work I only have my wife and a few other people I talk to offline.
It was her in the ER and she is back to 100% now. Thanks for you're concern.
This was powerful, great work here Chris!
I've felt this way many times in the past - I know how hard it is.
And I completely agree with Gel:
"it often is a way "to dig out" by helping others since you're shifting the focus"
well said Joy
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