Wreckages and Rubbles

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 09, 2018

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These won’t ever let me sleep

The squeaking whines under the membrane of my skin

Are so booming, resonant and thriving

They literally call me a failure, let me down,

Curse me with swearwords and slash my pride!

 

The time I tender my head on the pillow

It whispers in my ears and welcomes the departed-

The long-gone and the one who ‘used to be’

And then it creaks the door of my soul open and breaks in

Without permission and I’m sleeping?

 

I’m not sleeping- I feel like punch-drunk

Invaders invade my home and I’m in slumber

Don’t wake me up- let them ruin my whole being-

The I in me bears all that shattering and tattering

Without a flinch; without a sound

 

I can’t say a word, I’m made speechless

No argues, no fighting and no struggle

Butter-fingered I feel- velvety and soft idem weak and spineless

My cheeks go pale and eyes tickle of waters

What should I do of these wreckages and rubbles…?

 


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