Mikal Arnold

Rookie - 282 Points (27/11/1941 / UK)

Life - Poem by Mikal Arnold

Have I been dreaming
All these years?
Shut away like a moth
In a chrysalis
Waiting for change.

What change?

I wake up – suddenly –
Looking at my life;
History now.
No dream
No chrysalis
No metamorphosis,
Just the same
Old crap.

In a race to where?

An urn of ashes
A box for worms
To dine on
A house I’ll never own
Marriages gone
Lovers gone
Furniture
Kids
Food
Cars
All gone;
Crumbling with decay
Dying in the mind
Dying in reality.

What’s left?

A few drinks
Coffee
The cigarettes they
Say will kill me.

Who cares?

When light grows
Dim in an overworked
Eye; or the brain
Forgets how to tie
A shoelace

What’s next?

The rest of life
Just flushed away
Like turds
Down a toilet.
No memory of
Floating proud in
The bowl of life.

Was it worth it?
 

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2016


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