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17 Days
by Beth K HannahFor the first few days
I don't really think about it
People have places and things to do
And time can slip by so fast.
A week later, I ponder
But then sharp words
Angry silences
And finding peace took all the
Energy to spare.
A week and a half.
I am uncertain as to why
This chasm lies open
Needs unmet
Curiosity slowly slides
Into frustration
Two weeks.
I check the mirror for faults
The scale says I'm skinnier
My brain cannot process rejection
Of this level.
I wonder how we came to be
In the first place.
My heart sinks into 17 days.
17.
My eyes stray
My skin aches
My mind wonders about other sides' grass
How high fences are
If there is a back alley entrance
Of if I am stuck in this rut
I am afraid to try to mend this
To find absolution or peace
Rejection has been the words on your tongue
As of late.
I've never been one to stay
Where not wanted.
So maybe it is time
To take the hint
And find solace in another place. 02/22/2010 Author's Note: I don't wanna talk about it...but shit, a girl's got needs too
Posted on 02/23/2010
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/23/10 at 05:35 AM "My mind wonders about other sides' grass / How high fences are" The second line here hammers home your deftly expressed sentiment, but I felt that the first line was a bit awkward. I think you should keep the notion entirely intact, but my one suggestion would be to reword that first line in some way. The whole poem is excellent, regardless. :) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/24/10 at 04:35 PM A wonderful narrative structure throughout this thing. My interest was quite strong to the very end. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/25/11 at 01:41 AM You're so right...many people forget that girls have needs, but thank you, for reminding them. |
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