11 Saturday May 2013
Posted in Poetry in Motion
How contemptible is she,
How despicable is he,
They should be imprisoned by guilt
And never be set free.
Sometimes my thoughts take me where I don’t want to be.
Then something nudges my spirit,
And unmistakably but gently speaks,
“You’ve been there, done that,
At least to some degree.”
Sometimes my thoughts take me to where I need to be.
I miss my secret hiding places, Dark, private, and safe, Where alone I could be me And nobody cared at …
Knight of mercy, Save me from myself, Minions of melancholy Attack at will, Breathing noxious fumes Into my lungs, Sending …
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