Epiphany
Poetry by Melissa Mercado KamaSleeping with my enemy
Don’t let me reach the centre of the earth,
Please snatch this shovel from my hand.
Scratch the wound, remind me it hurts,
Remind me that to walk I must stand.
Slap me so I remember to care,
That I haven’t left this room today.
Keep me on a leash if you care
Otherwise my stride will stray.
I sleep with spiders and remote controls.
And they don’t understand a word.
I feel the warmth from my four walls,
They shed no judgement on what they heard.
My quilt holds me like no other.
I have no thoughts to tread.
But long have I laid there covered
In my quilt, coffin, bed.
Don’t let me lay there to sleep.
It grows deeper each hour of the owls’ wake.
Into the earth I dig more hollow and deep,
To bury mine and all’s mistake.
Melissa Mercado Kama © 2009
