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Cell Memories
by Alisa Jsmemories of pain
why do they haunt us so?
following our every step,
tears in the heart, heavy laden
spilling over onto the soul
it's cold here,
drowning in the midst of this deluge
darkness and despair
everywhere,
feeding our stagnation with fear
the outlook is bleak
prognosis dim
when stumbling around in the dark,
is there no hope for the downtrodden
when life slams and cuts
pushing us around without recourse,
where does the strength come
when you're all alone,
grasping for anything that feels like relief
the bottle lies
no answers it gives
we run to the street corners
and wait,
with our eyes fastened upon
those passing by,
oblivious to this rage
felt inside ... 01/29/2009 Posted on 01/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/30/09 at 03:21 AM Unfortunately, the bottle never helped me either. I guess we just have to take a deep breath and see what we have left to hang onto. Good write Alisa. |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 02/02/09 at 09:05 AM I could really relate to this poem Alisa. My later teen years and some of my adult years were felt like this poem. Great write, even though it brought back some unwelcome memories :) |
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