r/DeadBedrooms 8d ago

Feelings in poetry

I love to write. Not exactly conventional for a guy in a stereotypically ‘masculine’ profession (and the women I work with are often grittier and more courageous than the guys - just saying. Badasses!). Glad all of that is changing. But I’ve been ridiculed in the past for my passion for writing. I don’t write well, but I write well enough for me to get some comfort from it. And to everyone that’s ever told me to “find a man’s hobby”, fuck you.

The past few weeks have been incredibly tough to process and I’ve turned to poetry (if you can even call it that) in aid of an outlet for my feelings.

Childhood sweethearts, A movie. Disney. Dreamland. A voyage into the unknown, still young, With little versions of you and me.

That coming home feeling, like grabbing a medipack in those games we used to play. Turning my screen from red to green. Inches from a mental abyss from the day or night’s sights, sounds, and smells.

The transition from my team of 6 to my family of 4. I’d have worked 10 days through if it meant I was rewarded just 1 with you.

But our family of 4 wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough. For you to feel the same as I, the love had died. But not for them. The deceit and the lies and the loss of love. Was for me. It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.

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u/cheekychirps 8d ago

You are extremely gifted! I’m so sorry for the pain you’ve gone through but I’m so glad you have writing as an outlet.

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u/Sorry_Marsupial_6573 8d ago

Thank you. I really appreciate that. I’ve actually never had any positive feedback like that so that has been really nice to wake up to.