Tell Me

Tell me what the world is like
for my eyes have been sealed shut,
encrusted by flecks of sleep
for too long
and I’ve forgotten.
I miss the warmth
of a fellow human’s breath
upon my ashen skin
and I miss the image
of slender, screeching gulls flitting gracefully
over a stillborn lake.
Tell me what love is like.
I miss the look that lovers give each other
like there’s nothing else in the universe
except each other and a couple
of stray stars.
And I even miss the emptiness
the shuddering sobs within a locked room
when it has ended
knowing that, in a week,
it will no longer matter.
Tell me, my dearest, what life is like.
Does yours have a purpose now
or are you still wandering
through roadmaps and photographs
lies and sweet-nothings?
Are you a part of the universe,
just as I once was?





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LittleInker said...
Aug. 31, 2015 at 9:08 am
This is great! I think I'm in love with this poem!
 
sleeplessdreamer said...
Mar. 21, 2010 at 1:08 pm
i disagree with thorn, I think the subtle repetition of the title "Tell me" is plenty. This is great... good job. Different. Check out my work if you ever get the chance.
 
thorn said...
Mar. 21, 2010 at 12:58 am
i really like the free feeling and settling of the poem.
repition would make this a bit more edgy and give it something more in my opinion but its your poem and its quite good :)
 
deardiary said...
Mar. 19, 2010 at 6:10 pm
It sounds like it could be a song...
 
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