Play Dead

You smile at me

From across the room.

I return your smile –

I’m playing dead.

 

You ask me

How I am

And I just reply, ‘Fine’ –

I’m playing dead.

 

You invite me over

Because you’re lonely,

I decline respectfully –

I’m playing dead.

 

You find me crying

And ask what is wrong.

I smile through me tears, “Nothing” –

I’m playing dead.

 

Now laying on the floor

In a pool of my own blood,

There is no need to ask about me –

I’m dead – no more playing…

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel25June2008

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your powerful repetition is almost lyrical, bringing about a sense of despair with marked rhythm. And this sadness, permeating the world around you sinks down into this pool of blood, ending the sorrowful game... Awesome write...

Craig

[Dempsey Wilson (D.L. Wi..]

Powerful emotion! I got goosebumps reading this. Very effective device (I'm playing dead) You express yourself well.

[Adela Muresan]

I realize that by playing dead you mean being dead inside � that's a kowel way of putting it.

Dough� the cause is a bit insignificant for suicide � it would have been better if you would of reflected the disappointment in love a bit more.

A.M.