Saturday, May 12, 2007

The Apartment

Today I saw the room where he took his life

And his kitchen

His bedroom

His bath

And a room that was meant for a child

Who never came

And another that was used by a wife

Who went away

And all the rooms were alike

The same despair cluttered them

And filled them up so full

That I went from room to room

Opening windows to let it out

But I couldn’t get rid of it all

Some crept under my skin

And keeps me awake still

At 2:48 in the morning

Here in my living room chair

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Blogger JolietJake said...

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11:56 PM  
Blogger JolietJake said...

I knew a woman who hanged herself, it was hard to get away from (mentally)

11:58 PM  
Blogger Chloe said...

no Richard, don't let it creep under your skin. it's spring and we are alive.

12:42 AM  
Blogger Cathy said...

Amazing poetry; it made my skin creep as well.
Now tell us; who was he?

1:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"It was a stunning day, almost frighteningly so. I don’t know whether to celebrate the weather or dig a deep hole."

Somehow, for me, your words above and this post are linked. I resonated so deeply with the words above-- they articulated something I always feel in the seasonal shift to Spring -- it's the weirdest thing-- but it's the time of year when I get most desperate and want to dig a hole and say sayonara to the absurdity--

(oops, sorry if this is TMI)

~bluepoppy

2:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your freaking me out Richard

5:30 PM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

jake ... yes, it hangs in the air - no pun intended.

chloe ... yes, but can't deny the feeling. that said, i don't expect it will last. it's just a poem.

cathy ... thanks cathy - i'm glad you liked it - and i never knew the man.

blue poppy ... it's always good to see you here - glad to know the words worked for you.

anon ... it's only a poem.

6:02 PM  
Blogger Bob Dylan said...

great poem, the way despair is more than despair.

4:48 PM  
Anonymous V-Grrrl said...

Despair cluttering a room.

That's my favorite part.

9:21 AM  

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