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In Red.


I know you've changed.
I know the cold still lingers on the outside.

Give me a sign that you’re still breathing
Let me come in and be myself for saving;

Just one reaming breath.

I felt a sickness in the hours that passed
As I laid my head down beneath the surface,
I felt dead to the world at large…
Small in my room in comparison-
To all the people in the crowd;

I was dreaming.

No longer were you dressed in red
As all my blood filled with envy
My last memory of you couldn’t detach
All the pain that caused you to want to leave in the first place…

The maladies belonged to my dreams
Sung in corresponding voices
No distance in volume,
As I plunge into sleep.

I wish the sky would fall off the cliff,
I wish the water would soak into my skin,
To feel safe again.
Here, with you.

I didn’t have much to answer for GOD
I only had questions to ask,
I felt nothing in the daylight of mourning
Nothing but the cold dead look in your eyes…

Once more. I couldn’t grasp;
Not even the slightest thump of a heartbeat
To keep my true feelings for showing on the outside.

If someone said “sleep now, you’ll forever be in peace”
I’d close my eyes and forget my place.

You know, in all the time,
In all the time, I’ve wandered through
I’ve known it was all in red.
So please don’t be my love,
In all that I see; please don’t bleed my love
I know it has to be….

Give me a chance to see that there is more…
Give me a sign that you’re still breathing
Let me come in and be myself for saving…
If there isn’t anyone else…

“I wish the sky would fall off the cliff,
I wish the water would soak into my skin,
To feel safe again.
Here, with you.”

Alec Wildey © Shepherd's Gray
Feb-June 2009
Inspired by: SW – Bass Communion & Bjork

2 comments:

  1. This poem emphasis upon subjective point of view.This monologue got deep cut into the stream or you might be called for mainstream and it develops the creative act both poet and individual.The poet seems to connect its past to present events like a flash back in time and space to suggest an eternal return back on track.The language you have used here empowers your reader to decode your inner-silence.Good piece of work Alec!

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  2. It's wonderful to develop your need to communicate to your reader and offer a chance to decode your text.It comfort for an open reader to give statements upon.''The maladies belonged to my dreams
    Sung in corresponding voices
    No distance in volume,
    As I plunge into sleep.'' Come heither eternal sleep as I though conjure my speech and express deep connections to world round.You move further and say''I wish the sky would fall off the cliff,
    I wish the water would soak into my skin,
    To feel safe again.
    Here, with you.

    I didn’t have much to answer for GOD
    I only had questions to ask,
    I felt nothing in the daylight of mourning
    Nothing but the cold dead look in your eyes… ''The language is de-contextualized to its deep threshold past-present- future- the use of juxtapositions could reveal from all- I FELT - the meanings of verb to feel prevails all though I have noticed before.Your poetry must be described as self-mirrored thoughts and that is brilliant!

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