Clutter…

I wish we had elastic walls.

The space we’d have is plenty.

No clutter everywhere I look,

Perhaps a guest room, sometimes empty.

I wish we had elastic walls,

I’d love to have a craft space.

No projects piled underfoot,

No projects piled out of place.

We haven’t got elastic walls.

Our house is bursting at the seams.

Clutter piled everywhere.

It’s even piled in my dreams…

Ostracized…

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I feel awkward again.

Invisible, and small.

You turn me into a stranger,

I don’t belong with you all.


From pedastal to shelf,

It’s a long way to fall.

Now I’m gathering dust.

I’m invisible, and small.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding a Bye-cycle…

Once again his mood changes,

right out of the blue.

His contempt for me settles,

He’s the him I first knew.

It’s an emotional cycle.

It’s taking a toll.

It hardens my heart.

It darkens my soul.

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Stella…

 

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the colours turned to gray.

She roamed the streets of Limbo,

she forgot to laugh and play.

Her shed became a hidey hole,

her projects gathered dust.

In that smoke filled room,

Stella sat with her gloom,

and picked holes in herself with disgust.

 

 

Thank you for the first line M8M8. Xx

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Hindsight…

HindsightAm I lost?

Or am I hiding?…

I don’t know where I’ve gone.

How did I lose the Me I know?

Why did it all go wrong?

I sit alone in silence,

staring blankly through the night.

I try to find my way, by looking back,

the path is clear, through life,

in hindsight.

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Rock bottom…

The view from rock bottom is grey,

there’s no difference between nighttime and day.

To get out means digging your way,

Or do nothing, and there you will stay.

 

 

 

 

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