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Withdrawal Symptoms
by Anita MacThe bottom that fell out
has moved up--
stomach to heart.
Home in shadows,
not the Light it
was.
I should be
crumpled,
somewhere Public,
head to tile,
back to stall.
That
would be appropriate.
My minds eye Forgets
the bumbling lower expectations.
Reality is Relief.
You would let my Mind be. 08/27/2015 Author's Note: I feel better about this version...
Posted on 08/28/2015
Copyright © 2025 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/01/15 at 05:54 PM How many versions?
This one is lighter on the nominative, vocative and accusative, but a case could be made for either/any.
Not feeling at home at home is where I live. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 09/02/15 at 01:23 PM This is the first poem I will have added to my favorites in a long time. |
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