Please Miss Your Plane

Please Miss Your Plane

Please miss your plane.

I'm breaking glass
Inside my head.

If I bang my head
Hard enough
And long enough
Into the wall,

If I throw enough jars
Around my room
And crash them into
Shards and hell,

Would you make
This be a dream.
Wake me up.

And then I'll say
"I had a dream,
You had to go."

And let me curl
And hold you.
Warm, protecting, safe, and strong.
"I had a dream but I was wrong."

Written by Anna V. Williams
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8 comments:

noahthegreat said...

Wow!

writerwoman said...

I'm breaking glass
Inside my head.


fantastic line! The sadness and desperation in this poem is gripping.

scribblingsandsketches said...

Yes:

I'm breaking glass
inside my head.


followed by

If I throw enough jars
Around my room
And crash them into
Shards and hell


Makes for very gripping, uncomfortable reading. Very raw. This poem has a lot of emotional impact.

I'm glad you put something up again that is yours, Anna :)

Ario

paisley said...

i have so been there,,, exactly there... i know because you described it like you have been there too.......

writerwoman said...

Anna,

please remove http://www.why-paisley.com/justpaisley/

from your I promise blogroll.

You can still visit him weekly, of course, if you want. And ask him to stick to visiting you. But he has joined a new list, because it needed a member and he was an extra one on ours.

Thanks!

janetleigh said...

Oh this is wonderfully done, written in a fragile, vulnerable voice and excellent images:

"I'm breaking glass
inside my head"

and the last 2 killer lines. Very powerful word choices, Anna..:) Kudos!

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry honey,
I caught my plane.
I had to go,
though I'm to blame.
I did it all for you my dear
but in my heart and soul you're here.
but I'll be back as soon I can
and then I'll say 'tis here I am.
a crushing hug and warm embrace
and once again a smiling face.
So hush now honey don't dispair.
because for you i'm always there.

Anonymous said...

I don't fink I wike you, Mishter Anonymush. You make Miss Anna cwy and frow things because you upseddith her too mutch.

I fink your poem rockths, tho! \o/


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