its quiet now
a blanket covers my legs
& there’s a pillow tucked
between my thighs
because my knees are bony
the curtains are drawn
and the numbing light
from the tv is lulling
me to sleep
i’ve seen this before
but i’ve decided
its not worth mulling over
not tonight
i can feel myself detaching
pulling apart slowly
the notifications on my phone
are ravenous
its almost like they can sense
vulnerable loneliness
i wish i could think
of the right words
but i’m stuck thinking
about the time
i fractured my knees
riding a bike
distracted
i rode into a car
brakes
arms
thoughts
they were useless
i could see all the hurt
laid out before me
throughout the eternity
before it happened
i saw myself
curled up on the cement
unable to move
ah, my god
that was it then
im laying now
how i laid then
that was it
i always saw it coming.
– sc
sheila sea 
Very effective parallel. Communicates in a powerful way the devastation of aloneness and destruction to the body and the soul.
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I’m really glad that resonates because I’m trying to exercise more free flowing thought, etc. Thank you for comments, Skip. I always appreciate your view. 🙂
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Whenever you write about common experience, it’s going to resonate with many, I think.
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Notifications on the phone, laying vulnerably in loneliness. Very relatable. Great piece.
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Thank you, I’m glad you think so. 🙂
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I loved it! It flowed so perfectly, transitioning from one idea to the next 🙂
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Thanks Lea, I’m glad the rhythm worked out because I usually write without structure. 🙂
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This is exactly why I love poetry so much, just amazing.
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That’s a pretty awesome compliment, Nycke. Thank you. 🙂
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Wow. The poem just flows, two stories, relating to both, then “i’m laying now / how i laid then” then that last line. A punch to the stomach – how many times seeing the wreckage coming.
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