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Sep 05, 2022
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TAINTED WITH CALAMITY
Peeling off in leprous shreds
a reel of emotional injuries
spooling toward suicide,
wading through his swamp of grief
from sleeping in the bed
of his newly deceased.
Behind mournful eyes
jowls pressed in permanent grimace
was a mind battering itself.
A trapped bird in a doomed state
of its nest netted with cobwebs.
His foundation non existent.
What was once there now was just despair.
Feeling tainted with calamity
he waited out his panic
sleeping off the sensation
of a drowning dismay.
Chasing himself from town to town,
anxiety shield raised,
trying to use up his misfortune quota
by nursing sick satisfactions
in the night music of each new town.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Not actively editing
Comments
Geezer
2 years 9 months ago
I'm listening...
to a classical blues album as I have been writing, and I feel like maybe you were too. I love the last stanza! Is that a thought of Karma? "trying to use up his misfortune quota" Been feeling mighty blue, and I don't know why. Maybe it's the time of year, Summer is pretty much done, and I feel the winter coming in my bones. You really captured my attention with this bluesy mood. Well written. ~ Geezer.
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