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My Mother's Misery
by Alison McKenzieShe wants to commit suicide
Like itÂ’s some kind of crime
To want to escape the illusion
SheÂ’s built around being
Miserable.
I want to tell her that
There is a corner to turn;
No more misery street,
Coming undone
Falling buildings of ruin,
But I cannot see the name of
Rue dÂ’la Nuveau
Bright shops of fabricated promises
On the prettiest mannequins.
I try to give her directions
But the connection is bad
And we never had a good signal.
I want to tell her that
If she leaves her body
She will not leave
DevastationÂ’s soul but
Merely close the doors to Solution.
Salvation eludes her
And I donÂ’t know where sheÂ’s hidden it.
I want to shake her,
44 years of my presence
Never dulling
The self-absorbed notion that
She is The World.
She wants to find relief in sleep,
But the World is awake
And there she is.
06/24/2007 Posted on 06/24/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dan Garcia-Black on 06/24/07 at 04:31 PM "want to tell her that
If she leaves her body
She will not leave
Devastation’s soul but
Merely close the doors to Solution."
If this stanza were used to fill a pita, I would eat it and hope to absorb each of the words into my every pore. Yum! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/27/07 at 01:04 PM Sense of impending tragedy. Utterly sad. Excellent writing. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 12/31/07 at 02:17 AM Isn't it both sad yet strangely comforting when you finally begin to understand that they wrote their own doom with their self-fulfilling prophecies and you were merely a by-stander in the process? |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/16/11 at 09:56 PM Wow...sometimes the worst misery is that we inflict on ourselves; hopefully she 'finds her way out'. fabulous read! |
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