The source of all my pain.
Is difficult to explain.
It comes from many places.
Fills up my empty spaces.
That’s why I hide here often,
Inside my invisible coffin.
There is nothing but nothing here.
Nothing to see, nothing to fear,
Nothing to do and nothing to say,
I just lie here quietly and decay.
My Invisible Coffin
The source of all my pain.
18 thoughts on “My Invisible Coffin”
not sure I would consider your invisible coffin a place to quietly decay more a place of solace or it would be for me
Well, I put that there because it made a great rhyme. But you’re right. It can be a place of solace.
to be fair it can be viewed both ways…the pain is toxic and can rot your very being so I can totally understand the use of decay (and it rhymes) all I meant was in my life it would be a place of solace
That’s also the meaning I was going for. An invisible coffin may be a place of solace, but if mental pain isn’t properly dealt with then it can eat you alive from the inside out. After all, what do people normally do inside coffins. The answer is, nothing. They feel nothing. They do nothing. Because they are dead. (In this case emotionally dead) And all the while, their unexpressed mental pain is slowly killing them.
this is sad, well put.
Thank you! I was in a bit of a macabre mood yesterday.
I know this feeling so well, excellent poem
Thank you very much!
What a great communication of how fears, because of life experiences leave us comfortably immobile.
GLAD TO SEE YOU JUMP BACK WITH ENTHUSIASM, HAPPY RALLY.
I love this poem. I think we all need a space of ‘nothingness’, somewhere to escape the everyday pressures and worries of life. For some meditation could be the answer.
Great poem, thanks for sharing 🙂
I am honored and humbled by your words. Thank you very much!
I like this poem a lot, I’m a sucker for darker imagery and emotions – they just feel more powerful to me. I can relate to this poem, sometimes I get trapped inside my own head, inside the dark place – thinking I’m safe but I’m really just burying myself deeper in my own problems.
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dark poetry, good job
I am in such a situation sometimes. I just don’t want to infect my friends with my unhappiness. It’s very hard to tell them or explain when they ask why. I don’t think they will understand, I can’t understand myself. You nailed that feeling right on the head with this poem. Very well done. 🙂
Thank you so much for your words. I’m happy and yet sad that so many people can relate and have their own invisible coffins.
Short, crisp and quite sad at the end.
One thing I would like to say though. The poem starts with a very innocent tone, as in, in a very nursery rhyme style (WHICH IS GOOD, NOT EVERYONE CAN WRITE NURSERY RHYMES) and as you go deeper, it backfires with the last line. It’s just an observation.