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Cracking at the seams
by Shannon McEwenThe fissures are widening
Clogging overworked arteries
And fogging my weary brain
Amid unvoiced tears and pouring rain
No amount of tightening
Of the hatches is working
Drip,
Drip,
Dripping
Continuing its slow, insidious leak
Hiding in the shadows
Feeding on the weak
And outside life continues
With plastic smiles
On a plastic face
Pretending the pressure
Isn’t taking up all the space
The ever constant feeling
push,
Push,
Pushing
Wildly scrambling for escape
And the odd sense of standing alone
Amidst a room full of people
Unaware of the muted tone
01/29/2012 Posted on 01/29/2012
Copyright © 2024 Shannon McEwen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jennifer Truesdale on 01/29/12 at 09:39 PM i really like this. it makes me miss my papa. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/27/12 at 01:52 PM what other way to describe this poem, but it is beautifully nuanced and musical in ways which touch us with meaning, deep and subtle. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/01/12 at 03:01 PM searingly perceptive piece. I would omit 'plasit smiles/on plastic faces.' other than that, wonderful! |
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