Treasure Island

maria goodison

(06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

Each Day


With each trusting word I say,
I tend to lose myself,
a little everyday.

With each kind hug that I give,
I tend to make
the same old mistakes.

With each dream that gets dreamt,
it makes my illusisons spread under me
and make my bed.

With each step I take
my legs are getting weaker
and my body becomes unwilling,
it's time almost spent.

With each drink thats drunk
and each meal thats eaten
the rotting is slowed.

And soon I know,
things will stop
and nothing more will go.

Submitted: Sunday, December 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 02, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Each Day by maria goodison )

Enter the verification code :

  • Suman Kumar Das (12/7/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    Each line that is written
    make me spell-bound here............................. Superb! .......deep insight. loved it. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Mind Over Matter, david kush
  2. Don't do anything in a bigger way than t.., Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
  3. Let poetry excel, hasmukh amathalal
  4. Mama's Black Breast, Ozioma Anieto
  5. Big bee, Dr PJ Raj Kamal
  6. Heroe, Portia Lane
  7. She, Anil Karki
  8. We, the great family, Anil Karki
  9. My Problem With Words, Valsa George
  10. Purchased Palsy, Pranab K. Chakraborty

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]