Sundays on Vocal
a rambling of insanity
“hello, is there anybody out there”
silence echoes in the stillness
“has everybody left me here alone?”
.
“yessss”
hisses the wind
“you have exactly as you wished for”
.
“but I made that wish years ago”
I heard the whine in my tone
“I don’t want it now”
.
“you don’t choosssse the durationss”
the sibilation sounded mocking
“you wissshed thiss many timess”
.
the wind was right, of course.
I had wished repeatedly to be alone.
but not because I wanted to be alone.
.
“but I didn’t mean like this!”
a single tear dropped from my cheek to the sand.
“not for this length of time”
.
“then why wisshhh so many timess?”
his condescension was pungent
“you ask, you reccceice”
.
“but I needed to be alone THEN, not now”
he knew he had triggered me
“please take me home”
.
“I can only carry your wishesss”
he danced the sand into a whirl
“and thissss”
.
“then where did you carry them”
petulance all but stomped my foot
“for the past two years?”
.
“to the ssame placce as alwaysss”
he was smiling mockingly
“they choosse the timingsss”
.
I stood in the silence between us
angered and impatient
for my dream to end
.
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Comments (9)
A wonderful sense of wilderness from your words
Wonderful work Kayleigh!!! This is a strong and powerful poem. Excellent as always!!!
I like how hear the wind in the way you wrote this. And yeah, sometimes I want to be alone, but not all the time.
Well, that's how life is, ain't it? Sometimes, we never get what we wished for. Sometimes, we get it when we no longer want it. Oh well 🤷♀️🤷♀️
Oh, we must be so careful what we wish for, in happy or sad times. You conveyed it well, beautifully, tragically!
Ssssentssssational! Love this poem! Sad and full of regret, but deliciously so
Sadly that voice is too familiar. Wonderfully expressed
Thought-provoking poem!
Sometimes, when I have a migraine, there is a peverse pleasure in being at once alone in my bed, and hearing my family going about their business downstairs. Alone and not alone.