Weaknesses by A. Paige White I thought about sending you a letter. I've thought about it several times. I don't know what to say. The only thing more potent than the confusion when I think of you is the numbness. My thoughts take on a buzzing sound Serious static interference Like the neurons are sizzling from burnout Some connections got overheated. If an MRI was taken It would clearly show all the little wires         burnt crispy on the ends of what I thought        was every day a new beginning waving like the eye stalks of the little crabs I used to chase on the beach and capture in somebody's discarded plastic beer cup        so my kids could oggle and shriek        and run away in mock fear screaming "aliens" See what I mean? Static and interference. All my strength is gone I'm as weak as the feverish child in my arms My heart is as thready and racing as his. My reach is as disabled as my ability to accomplish with both arms full of toddler I can't keep my hopes up he can't keep fluids down I've thought about sending you a letter I've thought about it several times But my thoughts have a buzzing sound. 07/01/2007 Author's Note: I'm beat. Posted on 07/01/2007 Copyright © 2026 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/06/07 at 03:15 PM Oh Paige. I know this feeling. The world is off-kilter and nothing sounds or feels right, and it seems like the only thing that will bring relief is to have the other half of your heart home. You are in my prayers, sweet girl. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)