It’s my fault
My carelessness
I blame myself
For all of it
The logic
Disappears
Without a trace
And I am left
Wandering
Alone in the dark
It’s a muddy dark
The kind that clings to you
The kind that covers you
And dries so hard
Leaving its residue
I want to lie down
To breathe it in
To let it fill my insides
Until part of the earth
Is all I am
Excellent, powerful!
Calls for a rebuttal along the lines of Do not go gentle into that good night.
Don’t do that. Your precious little one will need dinner before too long.
Find a big strapping lad to hug you and hold you for 20 seconds. Breathe that in instead. Works wonders.
Uniquely, and a remarkable writing. I love your use of metaphors…Especially your title of this poem. Greatly fitted and a promise of creativity.
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