(borrowed from merriam-webster because they’re super amazing/underrated peeps)
You ever get those sudden strokes of inspiration or the times where you need to get an idea out because it’s super exclusive or amazing? Welll, this was one of those moments on someone’s perspective one night. Onward!
Whose the body which bound me against my will?
Who snagged the trickling seconds from my throat as easily as oxygen or sweet-smelling honey
Where’s the creeper who hides through the eerily lighted trees, once so joyful and serene, now a looming invader
Whose burden do I carry with every muffled cry, freshly laid tear, a creak of a floorboard
My mum, my papy, have you forsaken
Who is this man, a patient, such a patient fellow
Who guides me every step of the way, his voice is thick and kind
His light an anchor to my final daydream
But I seemed to have misplaced it
Where is that message, you know which one, the one that’ll save the world
When the searing light of a light-up screen
Can be the saddest, and most painful thing to bear
Where are the flowers stiched through the comforter, yearning for affection and warmth, not biting wind or white-knuckled woe
Are the neighbors searching
For this culprit who’s spread mayhem
For every corner of the hall; a repetitive memory; a freakish hologram
I say, “no, I demand it now”
To find whomever has locked this naive one there
Paper-thin walls, and ink thought of rooms
A perfect, if not a fuzzy, small haven, however sadly
The entire house reeks of demise, of retired souls long past asleep, if they were ever really there
A hollow glass globe
Who has shoved the boy in like a mocking present wrapped in a cocoon of pink (because pink is a pretty color)
They bottled and sold his screams like an overused mute button
Or a half-hearted blink of an eye
Their voices are soft and compassionate
Full and rounded
And I am trapped inside my mind
I only know
There I will be left to drown.
When the world falls asleep and you’re awake, everything is as delicate as glass, and the world has changed, it’s not the world you knew while awake. Has anyone ever felt this way before? How do you interpret this piece?