Caught No.3

Her mind
Numb
A barren thing
Where nothing grows
Her mouth
Filled with
Ashes
Can no longer
Utter
What is needed…
Her clothes
Rented
Filthy
Hang loose from
Her frail form…
But it is
Her eyes that
Reflect her loss
Most keenly
For they are
Black holes filled with
Mist and
Shadow of
Times passed…
Her hands uselessly
Clutch at these
Memories
More real now
Than she
Herself…
Confused as to
Why he left her
And
Where she is
Now…

7th December

Caught No.3

su2anne

Balwyn, Australia

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No.3
the acceptance of circumstance; particularly death takes time (in this example it is her own)
this poem explores that…
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