Saturday, August 1, 2009

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Hysteria



The noose dangles

The gun's cocked

The water's deep

The razor's sharp.


The speeding train heads towards me

while I hallucinate my way out.


Stunned at the impact of your saving tackle,

yet satisfied;

my face is where it belongs

in the now wet, red dirt.


These scrapes are nothing

to the scars

my psyche must bear.


Dear God, I'm scared.

I'm fading

in the growing dark.



The noose dangles

The gun's cocked

The water's deep

The razor's sharp.


Thank God!
I feel you beside me.



**written by petra michelle**

11 comments:

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

NOTE: Please do not worry that this poem in any way reflects my thoughts. Memories of a friend who had gone through emotional upheaval lunged at me. I needed to try and express it.

sandyland said...

It could well be any man in these times you are indeed a poetess. Sandy

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

I didn't think of it that way, Sandy! So true!

Anonymous said...

The last line makes me hope she's ok? K.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

K., she's fine, but went through a terrible time right after she had her baby. The hormones can wreak havoc!

Mama Zen said...

First, I'm glad it's not you, though I feel for your friend.

The poem is breathtaking!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Thank you, MZ! The feeling of helplnessness for a dear friend was the most difficult!

Hello Mary Lou said...

Wow, very heavy. Great work.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Thank you, ML's! It was with ambivalence I wrote this as it was about a dear friend going through a very "heavy" period. I guess my way of trying to understand the mental anguish she was experiencing.

Tipper said...

I didn't think it was you-just part of life-that sometimes we all feel-or at least I have. Neat Vivid Expression!

LarryG said...

presence is a good thing!
some things are very difficult