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| When Crickets Cry by � wetzelbill Corner shadow swallowed up in a moment of bitter ecstasy like the swallow I took and euphoria glory flying in my mind's jagged edge Wanting to crawl in a hole the Crickets crying, chirping hollow dreams Drinking morning in tiny sips small enough in silence And I sit by my corner bedpost thinking words that may not mean anything but may mean everything for all I know but I go deaf anyway Wishing I had gone blind instead memory Of visions playing in my mind like movies nobody ever watched or really cared to see Flies crawling on my skin feel innocent not knowing someday the spider will catch them and suck them dry hollow them like myself My self introspection makes me Beg for mercy and place a gun in my hand I can only think all things important love nothing I feel unimportant because I do Feel emotion all I do is love and care but now I don't love or care to have that necessary evil Hours go by like days sometimes years wheat fields hate worse than humans could cutting chafing while spiders crawl on my ceiling This is basically a drug addict, all messed up and feeling sorry for himself in his addiction, but not to the point where he thinks he can stop. He's one step from either hitting rock bottom or hurting himself. Except for one thing, he just od'd and will die if he isn't found soon. Not sure if he makes it or not, but I'd say he most likely doesn't. All he hears are the sounds of the night and then silence cuz he's dying. His hallucinations are getting freaky and he wishes they would stop. Kind of scary stuff, but if you read it again you'll see the little telltale signs that gives away what the poem is about. Sort of just gave you all a Poetry 101, I guess. -Bill |
