Poem: Bad News
When the news came
I blitzed it fast
drowned my thoughts in Gentleman Jack
and hammered the survivors who tried to fight back
hand in hand with Jack Denial's
we killed the memory
before it could draw its first breath
now it's funny
(as in unusual)
because what I ought to know
I merely suspect
like I woke up too fast from a nightmare
and some of it still lingers
I'm looking for that necessary clarity
before screaming
but it's gone
I avoided that sensation
that firm kick to the back of the knees
has been scratched out of my memory
but I still have the grazes
and now I'm here collecting
the shards of last night
like a drunk dreamer
working out which pieces are real and remain
I find the emptiness first
echoing too loudly to ignore
the regret is still there
for not showing you more
when I had the chance
when I find the jealousy I apologise
for mistaking it for fiction for so long
the rage is still there
oh yes, the rage is definitely still there
and, although I've yet to find it
I know the truth is still there, somewhere
because for all the things drink can erase
I'm sorry to say that truth is not one of them
5 Comments – Postiwch sylw
Pasternak
Rhoddwyd sylw 63 mis yn ôl - 4th March 2011 - 22:02pm
This is a poem-in-progress, so all feedback is appreciated. I don't know anything about writing poems, although would really like to.
{Also hope my drawings didn't scare anyone off! :) }
Keighley
Rhoddwyd sylw 63 mis yn ôl - 5th March 2011 - 18:57pm
This is an incredibly beautiful poem. It really expresses itself well.
Tyezer
Rhoddwyd sylw 63 mis yn ôl - 5th March 2011 - 19:25pm
This is a fantastic poem. So real. I hope you're alright.. it sounds like it's from the heart.
emb789
Rhoddwyd sylw 63 mis yn ôl - 6th March 2011 - 07:53am
This is a very beautiful poem. I always like it when I see there is a new piece by you, I thoroughly enjoy reading your work - your poem, To Night, is one of my all-time favourites, and that's out of the whole world, not just out of works on theSprout. Keep at it, good person!
Swoosh Editor
Rhoddwyd sylw 63 mis yn ôl - 9th March 2011 - 09:03am
Beautiful poem. Very emotive. As for not knowing much about writing poems, I think you've just got to let the words and feeling come out through the pen, and what you see is a poem.