by Vicky Ward
Some days Iâ€™m scared of everything,
Nicotine, caffeine, I lie awake all night,
Sleep all day. Some days
An elephant stamps on my chest
Kicks me into space, Iâ€™m spinning,
Nothing under foot, nothing to grasp.
Some days I make a mission, I remember
Something someone told me, some days
I remember the someone and forget the thing.
Some days Iâ€™m in the bubble, where itâ€™s safe,
Everythingâ€™s real. Some days
Iâ€™m scared Iâ€™ll switch the light on
Thereâ€™ll be nothing in sight, I canâ€™t
Imagine the world without a floor.
Some days I hit the surface of the bubble,
Brain, imploding, mushing together,
Somehow it pops out again, in some shape.
Some days I care, when it rains heavy
Empty noodle packets float twenty meters deep underwater,
Some days I donâ€™t, Iâ€™ve never understood
Colour blindness, I donâ€™t know where
A helium balloon goes when itâ€™s let go,
Some days I want to know,
Some days I donâ€™t.
0 thoughts on “Some days”
i relate to this, like a lot. welcome to h&h. isn’t delirium beautiful and radiantly ugly and vehemently ambivalent? i hope you could relate to my poems, too, because i really feel yours. the two that’ve been up
I have to say this one really hit home.
Great poem to start off the week. I like the way you keep coming back to the bubble.