there is no return from done…

what if you’re completely numb
by the time you smash rock bottom
life’s continual whipping stick
has shred your skin into gravel
a heart once warm red, now grey and pumiced
the soul once light, dragging you downward
you hit the base as composite material
deeper and deeper
hell can’t be far below the place you’ve struck
and heaven is providing the cauldron lid
your conscience has given itself over to
subterranean guilt
it is done
there is no return
from baseless bottom
unless the singular particle of belief you nurse
can tunnel deeper still…

Wampus Catman

I felt something ‘devilish’ was called for. Previously published with another post. Sketched while subbing a month or so ago – don’t ask ๐Ÿ˜‰

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35 thoughts on “there is no return from done…

  1. Somewhere between heaven and hell, we all find ourselves — and I love the idea that “heaven” provides the cauldron lid. A tonic, a balm, thank you Ms. AM Dante. How many ways can I keep saying “beautiful”? Beautiful it all is, and that last line (“unless the singular particle of belief you nurse can tunnel deeper still”) provides the string that, with a gentle tug, opens the ship in the bottle (you know how ships are gotten into bottles, right?). ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. As I read along AnnMarie, I was thinking there might just be a snippet of hope and then I flipped the screen down one more and there it was, lo and behold, a monster that grabbed me and dragged me down another 6-7 feet. Lucky I lost my glasses on the way down. I think they were under my right shoe, of which I was standing on. And then the lid hit me in the head…ouch. It’s a long way up with a 6 ft cast iron lid on my head. I can’t see a monster using a titanium and Teflon based lid when cast iron is available at a fraction of the cost… At least if was a nice read! :o)

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  3. Wow! The picture came up on my screen first and, honestly – this is the truth – I gasped outloud, my jaw dropped and my mouth opened! From a charcoal? drawing!! This is EVIL personified!! (I used to substitute teach and this could be the logo for some of the days I had!! Totally understand that side remark :)) The drawing is — scary — the eyes are intense. Disturbing!!! Okay — I know artists want reactions but I have to say, I really like seeing the bright yellow and the moon and the stars over my first cup of coffee, better than this EVIL creature!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    The poem is disturbingly true — I hope we don’t have many of these moments in real life —
    “what if youโ€™re completely numb
    by the time you smash rock bottom
    lifeโ€™s continual whipping stick
    has shred your skin into gravel
    a heart once warm red, now grey and pumiced
    the soul once light, dragging you downward”

    So visceral…..I can only remember a few times in my life when I felt completely numb — and you’ve described it so well….the word “pumiced” is perfect. Like your insides have been scraped raw….
    death of my parents and brother…..a real health scare with my husband. Fabulous imagery.
    Okay — I’d like to order a cheerful drawing for tomorrow’s breakfast, please ๐Ÿ™‚
    Have a GREAT day!
    lillian

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    • Sorry he frightened you early am – he was created with good old #2 pencil and printer paper – one uses what they can get their hands on in school ๐Ÿ™‚
      Writing is a funny thing, Lillian. I always find the pieces I’m most unsure about often resonate more strongly than the pieces I think are ‘better.’
      When I write, I always try to think about other things I could replace certain words with to evoke the same imagery but that present a bit more powerful emotion – alas, this is often easier said than done.
      Sorry about your parents and your brother too. These are people forever in our hearts, but also in our minds – I think that’s where they all do their best living ๐Ÿ™‚
      I’m glad your husband is well and sorry also, you had to endure a health scare – the worst kind of scare – more frightening than a silly paper monster ๐Ÿ™‚
      am:)
      you’re not going to like this, but the next 2 days, I have ‘sad’ pieces – art not too frightening though – there may be a scary photo – don’t say I didn’t warn you;)

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  4. I have been to the dark place you so carefully recount, populated by monsters akin to your scary sketch, a place of pessimism and despair. I didn’t like it there, I did all that I could to pull myself out of that black pit. It was laborious, punishing, a grinding climb back into the sunlight. I thank you for reminding me that I never want to go back there.

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