A Conversation Please
For Sinead O'Connor
Thick,
Smoky voice.
Telling her
Tragedy.
So far away,
Yet so close.
We are the same age.
Worlds apart,
But not so different.
I want a conversation.
I want to save you.
I can't.
I'm here.
You're there.
Different.
Alike.
Abused.
Impulsive.
In love.
Out of love.
Self-destruction.
Self-sabotage.
Pouring pain, grief
Onto music's canvas.
Lyrics flow like
Brush strokes.
Dark paintings.
The walls are covered.
Surrounded
By reminders
Of failures, losses.
Overwhelming
Thoughts of death,
Swarming.
No one knows,
Even though
You're splayed
In the town square.
Broken.
Beaten.
Defeated.
I want a conversation.
I'm here.
You're there.
Smoky voice
In my left ear.
Telling her tragedy.
Sadness so palpable,
I want to touch it.
Different.
Alike.
I want a conversation.
2022
About the Creator
Elizabeth Arnold
I’m a storyteller. I write for the love of writing. I feel a wave of excitement whenever I buy a new notebook and a pack of bic crystal pens because I know those blank pages hold wonderous possibilities. It’s about time I share them.
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