[429] The End of a Toxic Memoir

Utter words that you heard in your dreams⁣
The one where you were dying in your sleep⁣
where you fooled a good samaritan ⁣
to birth evil in him ⁣
leaving him alone in the great expanse ⁣
and amidst the sound of windmills ⁣
that recycled your pain into causing hurt and⁣
into moving pictures of your damning reverie⁣

Tell them about the time you woke up⁣
into a world of black and white poetry⁣
when you discovered your old journal⁣
that held stale observations of our gilded past⁣
like ‘hope is our middle name’⁣
When we were thrown into a ⁣
war of emotions⁣
carnage of feelings or⁣
the naivety of youth ⁣
that turned passion into hurting⁣
just because of that word, hope ⁣

Do you remember the moment⁣
when our body shimmered with acceptance⁣
when your dreams of dying in alternate universes⁣
merged into one thought of finding the utter quite⁣
of sleeping alone⁣

Do you remember the end of the era⁣
where our noir life accepted colours⁣
We let go of our magnifying glass perspective that⁣
looked into every emotion and every feeling ⁣
to end the carnage of war we were in⁣
You no longer felt like dying in your dreams⁣
No longer in the grips of your subconscious⁣
No longer filling journals with things you won’t read⁣
No longer the one with the saviour complex⁣

No longer with me.

NaPoWriMo Day 10 - Finally, here’s our daily prompt (optional, of course!). It’s called “Junk Drawer Song,” and comes to us from the poet Hoa Nguyen.

First, find a song with which you are familiar. Listen to the song and take notes as you do, without overthinking it or worrying about your notes making sense.

Next, rifle through the objects in your junk drawer. On a separate page from your song-notes page, write about the objects in the drawer, for as long as you care to.

Now, bring your two pages of notes together and write a poem that weaves together your ideas and observations from both pages.

The song I chose is Savior Complex by Phoebe Bridgers, which is a brilliant song about a person having a saviour complex (the need to help others while often forgetting themselves). My junk drawer had things like a magnifying glass, a gilded notebook and a black and white picture which I used in the poem above. Hope you like the amalgamation of the two since I had immense fun writing this fictional tale!

Also, this poem is a spiritual sequel to another poem I wrote titled [379] Two Roads Diverged in a Snowy Desert. So if you want to have a better experience, please read that poem as well!

6 thoughts on “[429] The End of a Toxic Memoir

  1. I’m glad you clarified ‘fictional poem’ at the end. 🙂 ‘We let go of our magnifying perspective that looked into every emotion and every feeling to end the carnage of war we were in’ Beautifully written!

  2. NIce. I really like the focus and control in this work. There is movement and development within the writing and in the images – very dynamic. Thank you.

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