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The look on their faces from my dry insides
by Jolie JordanI was down on my knees,..
(no,
shame on you.)
it wasn't like that,
no, not at all.
I knelt there in the silence,
jests in the background
..they're all happy,
I'm so alone here
though,
surrounded.
I'm begging you Mother
dripping in the rain
my hair strung itself out
and,
I watched you cry Mother.
your pallid face makes me like static; inactive.
but I need you Mother..
I think I'm lost here.
Please,
It's like I don't even exist.
void of all feeling;
I am hollow
in most ways,
invisible
my laugh is Synonymous with sobbing
smiling is another term for missing.
I'm down on my knees for You,
hands folded
lost {in thought}
this time.
I hope that
my pitiful apologies
were heard
because,
I'm sure you're busy
with more important inquiries
And I understand that
but Mother please,
I just can't find my way home. 11/23/2003 Author's Note: Whats between the lines of this is alot deeper to me than one might realize. I hesitated before posting this, because it's meaning is almost beyond understanding.. I don't belong here, but I don't feel like explaining myself.
Posted on 11/23/2003
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 11/25/03 at 01:18 AM I truly doubt that I fully understand. In any event this is beautifully written, as your work tends to be. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/28/03 at 07:03 PM Prayers to the Goddess? Great read that seems to be a request to go home. An acknowledgement of being a foreigner to this life. Alienation. That's what I felt when reading. So even if I don't get it... know that it has left an impact. |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/10/03 at 05:21 AM all of your work is so amazing |
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