21 Jul

and black
my nails look like
a bruise
glossy and reflective
of the battered life
that lays before me
delusions of
nothing more
that a shit stain
on the rug
the stench rising up
to choke the dreams
that now
will never
come true

© July 21, 2010 by Micael Chadwick

10 Responses to “Untitled”

  1. G.D. July 21, 2010 at 8:42 am #

    But we can still make other, new dreams come true, right? – G

  2. Vencora July 21, 2010 at 9:04 am #

    old dreams caught on fly paper
    take it down, burn it
    open the window and let new dreams in

  3. Nariane July 21, 2010 at 11:29 am #

    The best thing about every dream is the dreamer.

    Dream new dreams Dreamer! Set a new course.

  4. The Invisible Seductress July 21, 2010 at 11:47 am #

    This is beautiful. Some don't have it in them to stop dreaming. I hope that for you!

  5. Jane July 21, 2010 at 3:33 pm #

    Beautiful, powerful words today.

  6. Jhon Baker July 21, 2010 at 4:18 pm #

    this reminds me of Ode on a Grecian urn. description of illness so penetrating that the reader is forced into the voyerism of your reality.

  7. Marlene July 21, 2010 at 11:17 pm #

    Powerful….but I'll admit they make me sad.

  8. Lunar Eclipse July 22, 2010 at 1:07 am #

    I liked it

  9. Lynne July 22, 2010 at 8:42 am #

    you slayed it with this poem.. (and damn Jhon, he gets here first and steals my thoughts)
    I am inside your body looking out at what…

    nice warrior man…

  10. Jane July 29, 2010 at 3:04 pm #

    I see your poetry being published. I really do.

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