Violet Poetry Prompt: My End

Thanks to Roselyn Violet for inviting me to their poetry writing winter club. This is outside of my usual ballpark, but I’m giving it a shot. The aim is poetry involving the following: ‘creativity, wisdom, dignity, magnificence, devotion, peace, pride, mystery, independence, and magic’. Quite different to my usual work, you’ll agree.

Image taken by the author, as usual.

I woke up alone, in a dark room on my own.
My own piece of peace, even if it’s temporary.

An hour from now, I’ll peruse these streets

Pursuing some kind of buzz

To make me feel more complete.

I seem to float, as opposed to walk,

And I won’t, but if I tried to talk

Only the most beautiful lines would appear

Dripping out of my mouth, leaving nothing else to fear.

I know I don’t own wisdom
Still a child, I stay mild
And let others speak for me.

There are no second chances,

No advancing past go.

There is blood in this water,

There is mud under the snow.

Buried beneath it all,

Is there a method to this madness?

I experience withdrawal

From the warmth of my old mattress.

The wet streets below me
Grip onto my feet.
My debts climb above me
It’s my end I might meet.