Dim the Lights

By unspeakable truth

the days blur of past visions
leaving you emotionally numb
and the nights are just another reminder
when the warped head games start to run



sitting, center stage
folded open for all to see
as the audience is one of many pieces
to the puzzle cast from thee

to be endless
to be fearless
save what’s left inside

feeling dead
among the living
if there were tears then one might cry

to believe
if but insane
as you knot tighter up inside

memory’s blackened eyes
... welted skin ...
further pushing the need to hide

shame and incompleteness
resonate within your stare
and the bottle a crude salvation
but at least it seemed to care

harshly lit, like an interrogation room
where all will become clear
they were sinners on a soap box
yet there’s nothing now to fear

as your hand shields your face
you individually scan each seat
slowly rising
deep breath in...



Can you dim the lights, please?
Dim the lights

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© 2009 unspeakable truth
Published on Thursday, July 30, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: apaga la luce! Hit the lights! I really liked the interrogation room image developed here... the feel of being under the lights... of being exposed by them.... of wondering what it is that the light can reveal, what forgotten shame and guilt can bubble to the surface... wonderful write!

  • A former member wrote: goodness gracious,... totally submerged in this piece,... you know your taken by poetry when it reads itself to you,... and the last and most simple of lines at the demise.. "Can you dim the lights, please? Dim the lights"... i think i become a 'host voice' right there and then... captivating piece.


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