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the morning after is a quiet affair its the pain of remembrance as you wake and the short, sharp burst of hope as you startle and sigh, what a scary dream! thank god it's not real! the morning after means ordinary things it means breakfast and cookies, coffee and the stain it leaves on your teeth its a quiet apartment and its using the restroom, its washing the dishes and drinking tea its the pain of being alive the morning after is a collection of small, sharp little memories, its tears that seem to come from nowhere and the dreaded quiet, the silence, it fills you up until nothing else exists and yet you watch the world spin by uncaring its the pendulum of existence the constant ups and downs and its existing in that world without you in it
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8h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
the morning after
Remembering, when... occasions, weekends were eagerly celebrated even weekdays...any day was met with enthusiasm but, how did all these special days become so ordinary? how...why, did these red-marked dates become unimportant? why are we here now, in this phase? at this point? existing...standing on a plateau...where, life offers no changes...no alternatives... it's like...a storm decides to stop at midstream chooses to stay...not just passing through no swerving, no immediate changes in its direction. the adventurous soul in us, hides...its spark, dies sunlight looks dim...the moon is without a glow clear sea water seems muddy...wading, becomes so tiresome...legs and feet hurt so much, from swimming...day by day ...away...from cacophony... it gets to be weary, to be reminded of a wrong choice, or a wrong decision made, to always rise...from a restless sea most times, we taste impure water contaminated...and adulterated where acerbic, detrimental  words float, further aggravating existing emotional sores, creating more lesions in the mind. what's worse, the ears that choose to be deaf, are further pierced the already wounded heart and dashed ego, are further stabbed     they all could one day, be numbed .......by more of these ordinary days.... I wonder if it's better...to linger on a plateau or to be on the cusp...of a fall... Sally Copyright April 17, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
ORDINARY DAYS