Plunge, Drop, and Nod

He feels the sharp.
Call out to someone - yeah he should.
Pain was filling all senses.
Now he thinks he's good.
Sit with me awhile if you could.
Numb it burns.
Something like a memory.
Close your eyes.
You try not to see.
Wreckage of what he is.
Illusion of what used to be.

Spittle stained toothless smile.
Nodding at a tiny thought.
Takeaway boxes litter a musky loft.
Burns mottle chairs, ashes overflow cans.

Is this what you dreamed of when you thought of being a man?

Who are you anymore?
A ghost who I used to know.
Feeling uncomfortable... maybe I should go?

Nooo!
Stay!
It can be like it used to be.
I wish it could my friend.
Tears blurring...I can barely see.
Just stay awhile - we can play games and jam.
I wish I could relate but that's just not who I am.

86 pounds.
You're wasting away.
It's you who wants comfort .
When it's you who won't stay.

Pain - you left it behind.
Stains, smells and boxes they all get to stay.
Echoing words of lost conversations continuously on replay.

There's no problem you'd always smile and say.
Be cool and relax.
Get creative and just nod for the day
You plunged, dropped and nodded until you nodded too far away.

No one could ever make you smile enough to stay.


Missi Lynn Boness aka MystiKal Raven poetry '21