a blaze of apathy.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 3, 2021

it's been years since i've stayed up
all night; trust me, this isn't my choosing.

these caustic bones crackle like
a pile of firewood, keeping the ghosts
company, as they aimlessly search
my organs and bookmark their place
before moving through with
ember elegies.

it's not that sleep eludes me,
with its straightened spine
and comatose collarbone,
more so that i fear submission
into its outstretched torso -
a comfort, a deadfall trap.

i keep silence close to my bosom,
a teacup i can't afford to replace,
each night thinking that this could
be my last,

and wouldn't that be a welcome

to be met with eyes wide open.


written while listening to:


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by ERS

    I've been having a hard time falling asleep again, for the first time in a while. The link is similar to what i listen to when I'm having trouble. This is very close to my heart, thank you.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I have just clicked on the link, this is a great backdrop to write to :)

    As I get older, I know of the hours spent listening to sounds that remind me of my mortality. Many of these are audible to others, whereas, the ones from yesterdays conversations bounce around on a constant rewind that is just for me. It is during the quiet that I can hear them, see them and, if I am lucky, feel them.

    You have penned a beautiful piece, the alliteration is sublime and coated me with acacia. The thought of siting up, waiting for him with open eyes felt wholesome. Surely, when we know we have lived we can be prepared to move on to the next with our eyes smiling.

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