Being Human

[Delta40]

Don't mind the pool of blood
and the cracked skull.
It's everyday living for me,
feeling like I exist
inside a freight container
where mumbled nothings
bounce off rusted steel.

Don't say you're sorry for me.
I just need some time
to gather my muddled head
before the day gets on its way.
I'll be ok in this dark corner
while I stem the flow of dribble.

Please, don't wrench the doors open
until I stop being so vague.
I will thump my fists against the wall eventually.
Then you will know I'm howling,
Let me back into the world.

[blank|verse]

This is a disturbing, confessional cri de coeur Delta that does well not to stray into self-pity by being so matter-of-fact about things. The repetition of negative imperatives at the start of each stanza holds the poem together and seems to reflect the defiance (or denial) of the narrator.

[Haunted]

Hey Delta, I'm in the next container over :D

[qimissung]

And I'm in the one next to that. At least we all have an internet connection. :lol:

Seriously though, Delta, it is a good poem, as Blank/Verse has pointed out (sorry, I can ever get my line straight).

[deryk]

I envision a caged canine in transit, held against its will for some crime. I cannot unravel the metaphorical nature of this poem for the life of me.

[firefangled]

This is chilling when reading the last stanza. I saw it as the thoughts of someone close to death, hearing and unable to speak, waiting for their heart to beat loud enough to be heard.

Excellent poem!