2:57

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 9, 2016


What haunts me, causes me to break out in a sweat
even though it's below freezing, is what drives me.

I can either face my demons at night
or let them drown me, my voice losing constancy
as it slips down the drain.

I will write and I will speak even if I
have to wake my neighborhood up to see
the fireworks I created out of the dark in me.
Out of the misshapen love I wanted to kill me.

The middle of the night is where I found myself.

And as I travel into 3 AM and the weekend,
I have no idea what ropes I'll be holding onto,
but I know I have to keep pushing on...
because my heart clinged to damaged, frayed
beliefs about myself for too long.

And I'm not ready to fall again.

-
Freewrite.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I was not expecting that change of tone towards the end, although i can see how you got there. As I look now, it is 1am, and I can feel the battle you had that night of this write. You know sooner or later something has to change, you either fight them or ignore them.

    I think a good point you raised in the poem is the part where you mention beliefs about yourself, that is the problem with the mind, it is not ever what others think of us, it is what others can make us believe about ourselves!

    The problem is not letting them convince us in the first place!

    Love this piece too!

  • 1 year ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I was not expecting that change of tone towards the end, although i can see how you got there. As I look now, it is 1am, and I can feel the battle you had that night of this write. You know sooner or later something has to change, you either fight them or ignore them.

    I think a good point you raised in the poem is the part where you mention beliefs about yourself, that is the problem with the mind, it is not ever what others think of us, it is what others can make us believe about ourselves!

    The problem is not letting them convince us in the first place!

    Love this piece too!

  • 1 year ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    I have to agree with Ben. Although it is a despairing poem, hope and comfort emerges at the end.
    A well written piece of writing Poet on the Piano.
    Good work!

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I like this poem a lot. While it tells of past despairs, there is real hope by the end which anyone who has suffered can take a lot from when reading.
    A great write, wonderfully penned.
    All the very best,
    Ben