Monday, June 9, 2008

Fade

Sleeping like a ghost by your side
You don’t see me
But I am here
I have a pillow
So I must be here
My tears are wet
I must be here
You don’t hear me
But my screams wake me
From my own sleep they take me
Shoving pain in my throat
Muffling the sounds
You don’t feel me
But I feel…
Numb
But I feel
Crazy
But I feel
Like I fell asleep
And life is a sleeping pill
That never lets me sleep
I think there’s a picture somewhere
That shows that I once was
Someone to know
Holding a baby
No maybe it was a dog
Or maybe I was alone
But you could see me
Opaque, standing
I was laughing
Yes, in the picture
I was laughing
And you backed out of the frame
And I stood there alone
Falling asleep
Silently
Disappearing
Do you have that picture?
What was I holding?
What was I laughing at?
I want to remember

©2008-Michelle Hix

4 comments:

Sweets said...

that's amazing, i totally love that poem, well done ;)

Anonymous said...

You were laughing at the way your breath misted in the cool but not cold air, the comfort of a friend or lover drawing you near and holding you tight, the sweet smell of dew in the morning, the passion of being challenged by the past and being open to the future...but mainly you were laughing about the night you learned to Polka...

Sandy Kessler said...

profound for sure- I felt so much in this piece...sk

Anonymous said...

That was GREAT ! You are a very talented person.

JackTheMan