Pain
Lonely as a ghost
hit by a train,
nothing's
quite the same
again.
six beers in
this stinkin' sin of despair
contaminates the very air;
rain smears and soaks
everywhere, I turn
to face the future
i need stitches, a suture,
to hold the pain at bay
the ventricles of the heart
never dreamed that we would part
John Marks
Fri 11th Dec 2020 23:05
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THANK YOU! In number order, completely coincidentally, of course. I think that you all deserve a Hanukkah prize, it is source if light for me, like the menorah, of a sort. It is my favourite poem.
Mad Girl's Love Song
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunder bird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
― Sylvia Plath
I just wish, wish, wish she'd given herself a chance to grow old.