State of Mind
By skinner_jennifer
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It didn't matter that the walls cracked,
weaving their intricate patterns like webs,
meandering without purpose, I see it's
haggard state...a reflection of little comfort,
as through hollowed eyes I capture the
memory of my own wretchedness.
Slumped in the easy chair...touching the
threadbare filaments of fine wadding,
I withdraw strands...each one extracted like
the fabric of confidence that was once mine,
an infant once swaddled in a cocoon lies anxiously
ready to suckle, his appetite an insatiable desire,
I sit attentive, pounding heart a deafening...nauseous
thrum, trying to get to my feet I'm unable to move,
tattered curtains conceal my anguish...a shaft of light
illuminated through a narrow opening in the frayed
dimness of this space, my supposedly so called world,
fear searches the passages of my troubled mind,
remembering the cries...the threats like a knife to my
throat...submerged in my stumbling fatuous destiny,
staring at the black bag laying prostrate on the floor,
not unlike a cat at my feet...all that I own lying within,
heavy footsteps on stairs, brings me back to the
moment, gasping...quivering with knowing fear,
I wait for a door to slam...prayers answered, I
breathe yet once more, and time marches on.
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You can say that again,
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Hi Jen, back from my weekend
TVR
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Thanks, nigelquantrill, glad
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Really strong poem, the
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new skinner_jennifer Hello!
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.Sorry waiting submit button
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ths bit is
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