Crystal Rosser

Rookie - 357 Points (Sept.10,1985 / Alabama)

Golden - Poem by Crystal Rosser

What becomes of a moony mind?
Entombed, in a hardened case —
Warmth kept from light —
Spoiling in a jar —

You, the coarse cat hairs on my sofa
And my love is the point of a thorn —
No mortal touch is immune —
I feel sick.

Where's my cup of tea?
Like blood runs through me
And I run through my blood —
Like a savage with a broken crutch —

I crawl into a pernicious pool —
Of afflicting recollections —
Bound by a wire that shakes —

Like a heartbeat
Heard between breaks —
And below the rippling water —
I see my golden wasteland.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, love and pain, manifestation

Form: Dramatic Monologue

Comments about Golden by Crystal Rosser

  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (4/12/2015 5:48:00 AM)

    Becomes a moony mind and I see the golden wasteland with wonderful vision. Nice poem shared really.10. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/5/2015 11:30:00 PM)

    A ferociously told poem, C.J. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 5, 2015

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