The fire starts
I scramble for the exit
A tiny opening
To life
I smell the smoke
My brain makes ready
To explode
Into oblivion
I hang on limply
To gossamer hope
Losing silently
The battle with death
It's hard to sit still
And watch the kill
It's hard to stand by
And watch me die
Yet...
Timorous nature consumes
Brave thoughts
As I struggle to keep
This graveyard peace
Hannah, is it me or do you like writing on sad topics more?
ReplyDeleteI think i would be able to answer this if you were not anonymous. Anyway, i wouldn't say i 'like' to write on sad topics. How do i explain this? I don't choose to write about one thing or another. i don't have that choice. Especially for poetry, i write because i need to offload whatever is sitting on my heart. This particular poem is not necessarily sad, no, it not sad at all...yet it means a lot. Unveil yourself and i will let you in on the meanings behind this one.
ReplyDeleteI'd say one thing though...poetry chose me, i didn't choose it.
how would you describe a dream involving death and massive killings and so on - happy or sad?
ReplyDeleteHmm...Sad, I must admit.
ReplyDeleteYou know, sometimes, the heart feels some false sense of peace that i know is not real yet i struggle to hang on to it...to keep it. It reminds me of the graveyard which although peaceful, is a symbol of death itself.
Keeping some memories locked in gives me that 'graveyard' kind of peace but the time has come when the memories force themselves to the fore and they consume me, and i refuse to fight because i hold on to the little hope i have left. Hope that it will fade back to where i hid it, so i can still have the peace i have come to know. I am scared to confront them, and i am scared i will be sucked in completely...the fear always wins. This poem is about realizing that I can't forfeit the little peace i have, even if it feels false.
if this is the import of the poem, then i must admit i got it all wrong.please, forgive my ignorance if you may.with regards to unveiling myself,however, i crave your indulgence to be remain behind the curtain awhile so i can better comment on your good works,unrestrained by my own personal fears.thanks
ReplyDeleteI know you meant no harm. And i respect your choice to remain anonymous.
ReplyDeleteI'm confused. is the persona in the grave or is he/she at the graveyard?...or, the poem has got nothing to do with graveyards.
ReplyDeleteOh Amankwah! Enti bebrebe yi! lol No, it has nothing to do with graveyards...it's just a metaphor. ;-)
ReplyDeletelol. oh ok. i think i get it now.
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