Stuck

She sits;
For all intents and purposes,
Like any other person
Nice straight spine
Well groomed
When food is placed in front of her
She displays impeccable etiquette
In fact just about
Any function necessary
She can do.
But should you dare
Make eye contact
She will stare straight through;
A gaze,
Devoid of any humanity…
Her family
Are understanding
Forgiving even…
Her child
Would sit on her knee
Chatting amicably…
No reply.
When she came for comfort…
No hint of comprehension.
But how many scraped knees
How many tears
Before the pain in her heart
Renders her to feel unloved?
Her Beloved
Knows the facts
Understands the science
Yet
How many years of
No affection
No intimacy
Of
No-thing
Can he endure?
She has became
Her anathema
The antithesis of who she was
A non-person
She is the
Living dead…
This family resides
In a house of
Tortured sadness…

30th January

Stuck

su2anne

Balwyn, Australia

Artist's Description

we take for granted; our mind, our memory, who we are…
imagine that it was taken away
this poem and the one previously explore that
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