Off The Grid

My head is full of angels and demons
 
but only the demons give practical advice
 
and I’ve written so many pleading letters
 
 sending them off in bottles
 
but the sea has never returned any.
 
And I ask everywhere
 
When
 
and all I hear is
 
 Have faith
 
but Faith and I never got along well.
 
And if anyone is going to ride to my rescue they need to have a backup plan
 
because I have fallen off the grid.
 
With little left to say and little to capture the eye
 
my face of sameness presses into the highway of bark 
 
on a tree straggling at the end of the woods.
 
And when I dare to raise my head and look around
 
I see no one
 
no one
 
only a night breeze carrying dust and a discarded feather.
 
I looked at you and where others saw candied apples
 
I saw shattered glass. 
 
And I ask everywhere
 
Why
 
and all I hear is
 
Be strong
 
but I can’t any longer
 
for I am already shattered too.
 
And the demons in my ear are whispering of sense and sanity
 
of comfort
 
while I look once more at the grid shining in the distance
 
and then close my eyes against the light.

 

 

©jayetomas2016

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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4 Responses to Off The Grid

  1. Powerful, and full of despair.

  2. Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
    Maybe Monday morning isn’t the best time to reblog this, but you have to start the week somehow.

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