Where do you go when your back is
against the wall,
when there’s nowhere left to go,
when there is no way out,
when the rough hard concrete bites icy cold
and the world is tinged red with
your blood?
There is nothing left, I’m so cold
I can no longer feel,
I cannot think, I cannot breathe, I
cannot swallow,
the murky mess in my mind now
barely a whisper,
I am fading away into a mist of
emptiness,
deep into the silent unknown.
I always look forward to your posts and wonder how I will feel after.
ReplyDeleteThis one...this one...yikes! All I can say is that I am hoping this is not how you feel right now and that this is a creative outlet for a great imagination. If not, well, I just would like to hug you for a very long time and I think I could use a hug too.
Hallo Linda, thank you for caring, this is but an indulgence into the darkness, I am good, but hugs are healing always, hugging you too
DeleteEvery poem has more or less autobiographical elements as, after all, they were created by our brains. That's what makes poems so intriguing. Just like yours, friend Shadow. Much love, cat.
ReplyDeleteCharlee: "When my back's against a wall I would climb it."
ReplyDeleteChaplin: "Me too."
Lulu: "I think I would bark for Mama and Dada to come rescue me ..."
That silent unknown: consider yourself fortunate that you recognize it. That you can verbalize it.
ReplyDeleteWhen we feel like there is no way out, it can seem like the future is a great unknown. You have captured that greatly here Shadow!
ReplyDeleteWhen my back's against the wall -I scale the wall, find a way to climb over it.
ReplyDeleteI have felt like that in life...sometimes you have to re-invent yourself.
Have a wonderful weekend...smile...