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Entrapment

by Wendy Geal

Oiled up,
go, go, go.
I have become exactly what
machine
I was designed to be.

Tubular structures, fate-sealing anatomical
chemicals.
Cheap words, mixed emotions.
Oh the happiness promised;
a vulnerable girl,
here I am.
The same wad of mess,
a new title.

Stripped of my name.
My soul, vacant.
You wonder, "Where is the woman I once knew?"
Witty and charismatic.
My actions; the work my hands perform,
automatic.
A fine-tuned apparatus.

I output
dinner and dishes
and contain my personal wishes.

Tears fall and go unnoticed.
I'll blame it on the ammonia,
because I have no time for dreams.
Only regrets of a love profound
that will never be again.

08/17/2011

Author's Note: Sacrifice. Haven't written in a while. The words are just beginning to come out again.

Posted on 08/17/2011
Copyright © 2020 Wendy Geal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/18/11 at 02:38 PM

Seems like more than words have been "entrapped" in your soul, Wendy. Good luck as you find them and yourself again. And oh by the way: I love this poem. "Tears fall and go unnoticed. I'll blame in on the ammonia, because I have no time for dreams. Only regrets of a love profound that will never be again." Superb.

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