Wish
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses.
©1993
Wish belongs to the following groups:
The Healing JourneyFor when I die,
my corpse cold and blue,
I have a favor
to ask of you.
If there’s no need in this world
for the thing you call my heart,
cut me open wide
and take out that part.
Make a stainless steel vault
just big enough for it to hide
and before you seal it up,
fill it with formaldehyde.
Then take that bloodless chamber
in my hands, on my chest,
so that finally my love
at peace will rest.
pinkyjain
Wow, awesome Lorie, your poetry is stunning, & beautiful, so much imagery
Crockpot replied
Thanks Pinky! xoxo
I hope you don’t feel like you have to comment on everything… there’s a lot here and I certainly wouldn’t take it personally if you skipped a few every now and then.
Not that I mind though! LOL!
LocoCow
Wow… I wasn’t at all expecting that… My wife insists that I check her repeatedly to make sure she is dead (Buried Alive Phobia or something,) But she has never asked for this… Great Piece..
Crockpot replied
Thanks Loco…
these all came from a really, really dark place in my world at that time. Death became a tiny bit of an obsession with me. ;)
pinkyjain
No worries, i love poetry, & yours are exceptional, great writing, awesome imagery
Damian
That’s great, really love the emotion here. It’s like a move beyond pain and despair into hardened resignation. It feels tantilisingly close to an edge that is hard to step back from.
Crockpot replied
Nice – thanks! That’s pretty much how I was feeling at that time in my life – very resigned to things. Thanks for the thoughtful comments!