Buchtel Haunting Me/Push Me

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This poem is also a part of the Buchtel Haunting Me manuscript. This one was originally written after the ex-husband physically escorted me down the hallway and locked me in at 6pm. This was the
norm of my life for three long years. From 6pm to 4am I was locked in my bedroom. One of the things I did to keep from going crazy was to write. Only a little piece of this poem was left after he
ravaged some of the journals and my papers so I extreme edited what was left. This is what is left........

Submitted: June 18, 2018

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Submitted: June 18, 2018

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FROM THE MANUSCRIPT: BUCHTEL HAUNTING ME

THE POETRY OF BUCHTEL

PUSH ME

 

Push me so close to the edge of the fall

Close enough that I can see

The bottomless pit rush up to look at me

I trip blindly into the open space

As I free fall into my haven, my hell

My goddamn CAGE!

This time I'll open my arms wide and embrace

That part of me that feels nothing at all

Not even the broken place.

I know it's a suicidal fall, a fool's choice to willingly go

But I can't stand the limbo of waiting

I'd rather choose your push 

Then to lose my mind in the endless lonely hours of wasted time.

Maybe that weakens my image in your eye

But until you've stood there and looked into that abyss

You'll never know that surival looks just like me

And when old memories roar for attention

The words sound just like this.


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