by Alisa Js
she lay there small and still
for an indeterminate time
it could have been hours or days
there was no telling
there was no clock in the room
nor did she care to look now ...
the walls fell away and slipped to nowhere specific
it was quiet there
what to do when there are so few left options
carry on like before?
perish that thought!
yesterday is fading
tomorrow not yet
and today made no sense
so there she stayed ...
where are those answers that were once standing?
shades of extreme came and took them
who cares anymore
what does it matter
and she continued to run in circles not round
but crippled and bent from exhaustion ...
Posted on 02/08/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 02/09/07 at 12:58 PM
Oh, sweet sister under the palm tree. This is beautiful, emotionally haunting,((( hugs}}} -Never ALONE.
xoxox moi..<------------- in muddles puddles and insane company. *lol* not mentioning names..
|Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 02/10/07 at 03:52 AM
The heavy feeling I got from reading this poem had me in tears. Yes, when the emotional visuals in a poem can do that ... ya done good. Thanks for this Alisa. You put words and a face on how I have felt before.
|Posted by Steve Baba on 12/11/08 at 07:53 AM
Interesting. I really liked the 'the walls fell away' part. It really made the poem excellent.