Poetry / When worlds collide

I have my own little worlds
Separated by the mind
Into compartments that aren’t meant to combine.

Past, present, future
Friends, lovers, acquaintances
Who I was then, and who I am now.

I can go through each day
In one world or another
But not to the other.

A flicker, a moment
A glimpse of another
And my worlds collide.

Retreat! To the bedroom
The softness of the comforter
And if I should be so spared- sleep.

When worlds collide
I need this shelter
to surround myself with fairytales

In this place I will stay,
Protected from the shards
Of my own private supernova

Could be days, weeks or months;
In a hardened cocoon
I will waste my life away

When I emerge, as I always do,
It’ll be my first day on this new earth
Of worlds RE-compartmentalized.

I make these rules
So I must live to them strictly

Instead of facing facts
I disappear so neatly

If you want into my life
Just realize
You’ve just been compartmentalized.

There you will stay,
And you will have no say
The next time my worlds collide.

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November 17, 2009

DarkAngel123

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This is touching but simplistic and seems to be about dissociation but isn’t strong enough or addresses it enough to be as meaningful as it could be. It S1 it should really be “separated in my mind” or “the mind” not by the mind to be picky. S3 is a little awkward, another and other aren’t clear enough. Then another comes again in S4. Who are these others? And what is another? If you could be more specific on what really happens, make the reader see, feel, and know what you are experiencing it would make the poem so much stronger. What place do you stay? And for days, weeks or months? What do you do in this place while there? And what does it mean to be compartmentalized. If you could explain this to the reader it would help so much. Good start, and good writing to you!