Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.
The camera zooms in on a girl,
a banker’s lamp lights her,
as she hunches over a black Remington typewriter,
stabbing the keys with furious fingers,
but sometimes they linger, instead,
when she drops her head.
The camera zooms out of the stage,
and a light illuminates she typed a blank page.
Sometimes there are just no words,
to describe what hurts.
You can tell me a thousand times,
that everything will be alright,
but that doesn’t make it true,
especially coming from you.
There is nowhere left to hide,
when I’ve used up all my lies,
there’s nothing left of me inside.
I don’t want to die,
I just don’t want this life,
I’ve tried to hint, that I’m not in this,
but what difference does it make,
when everyone feels the same?
But what happens to me,
when I’m emptied?
It’s been too long,
it’s been too few,
I can’t seem to get through,
especially to you.
I’m raising my white flag,
I’ve had enough of that,
Enemies now seem,
like friends to me,
hoping for peace,
I’m suffering.
I’m being tossed in the sea,
endlessly, trying to breathe.
Give me a break,
before you take and you take,
Stuck in these walls,
they know it all,
and I’m leaving it here.
When you excavate,
this lonely place,
all you’ll find, is my pain.
We avoid pain,
we avoid loss,
but we avoid living,
if we don’t pay the cost.
Your words are like embers,
ready to burn.
Bite down on your words,
and feel the hurt.
My tears hang like string from your face,
I tie them up so you can keep my pain.
And you’re sitting there, in your chair, signing SOS in the air
How’d we get here tonight?
You turn left, I turn right, I’m afraid we will never reunite.
It gets harder every time
My only hope is we can undo this end and find a new way to be friends again
Is is it okay if I wait for that day?
Or does it make me too afraid?
Oh stranger, stranger can you still love me?
Even if we don’t know who I am?
Oh stranger, stranger will you ever come home?
Or am I to live this life alone?
It’s getting dark, you make a remark, that sounds like a cry
Why’d I? Why’d I? Why’d I?
I have no good reply.
But I want to hide in the past where you can find me, if you ever find yourself hesitating,
you can always come back to me.
The pressure is getting thick, do I tell the truth to make this stick, or do I open the door
To let in one more lie?
I gotta tie this up tonight.
Why’d I? Why’d I? Why’d I?
Why’d I have to leave?
Why’d I have to believe there was something better for me?
Why’d I have to go?
And leave us all alone?
Oh stranger, stranger can you still love me?
Even if we don’t know who I am?
Oh stranger, stranger will you ever come home?
Or am I to live this life alone?
Or am I to live this life alone?
unwrithings 