Falling high above ground
way above his minds eye
he learnt to dance
smiling hard and fast
all on the way down.
Swimming in his own pile of flesh
the blood a bath
yet no blood bath
his eyes still strung on emptiness
though never highly
only he could fall some more
through the safety net of earth.
Hell grabbed him with open arms
burning limbs choking his thoughts
flesh and bone now singed
like a used candle
he was safe in fixed pain and grimaces
he couldn't fall any further
else he would begin all over again.
I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.
Your lines are quite clever, all are good, but I particulary liked 'he was safe in fixed pain and grimaces.' Very good wording.
I liked this.
1 year ago
by Ben Pickard
I've been meaning to have a look at these poems for a while, Darren. I think I was actually on line the night you posted them but it was a little late and the screen was playing funny tricks with my tired eyes!
Anyway. I won't (obviously) be able to read them all at once, but I will get around to them bit by bit.
I have read this one and was thoroughly impressed by your descriptive ability and the images that this poem conjures - it really is an excellent piece of work.
"swimming in his own pile of flesh" - excellent....if a little dark!
I remember reading some of these when you had them posted before but...I'm not sure how I interpreted them back then so..it will be interesting to see if it's similar.
There is a certain madness in this verse (please don't be offended) I just get the feeling of agitation between the lines. I think this is about someone who is fighting hard to overcome depression...like life is very difficult and each day is a fight for survival. Interesting verse and...hopefully I will slowly work my way through the others haha!!