Sunday, June 7, 2015

Locked Up Tight

The walls
don't seem
to dry
these days
Sometimes
it's too easy
to get lost
in your
charming ways
But I keep
breathing in
all the fumes
It's still hard
to believe
they've been 
coming
from you
I've been
suffocating
looking for air
I keep reaching
for your hand
but you're 
never there
Each time
I open
 a window
to let
the light in
You slam it
and lock it
up tight
once again

-May 2015

28 comments:

  1. ouch...that's surely a suffocating place to be....

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    1. Thank you for coming by, Sumana :)

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  2. Very nice poem evokes a human situation skillfully. The two-and-three word lines work very well, I think.
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  3. Yikes. Dont get too poisoned.
    There is an odd mix of emotion in this - the reaching for them, but them shutting you up tight. I am not sure how I feel with that.

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    1. I like your perspective. Thanks for stopping by, X :)

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  4. how hard it is sometimes to give hope to someone we truly love:(

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    1. So very true, Vandana! Thank you :)

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  5. The suffocation is pressing in this poem...one day I hope s/he finds the courage to walk away and sit in peace in the air and the sun

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    1. Thank you, Jae Rose :) I hope so too.

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  6. Inhale. Exhale. Ah, those fumes. Glorious poem.

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    1. Thank you, C.C. Nice to see you :)

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  7. The claustrophobia of being locked in... smothered by the walls is so tangible in your poem here.

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  8. This hits close to home as I am watching someone seemingly trapped in a stifling relationship. Hard to know that only she can make her way out.

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    1. I've found that we're not meant to see things until we are ready for them. But we must keep our eyes open. Good to see you, Sherry :) Thanks for coming by.

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  9. The poisons some relationships can give off and yet we cannot tear ourselves away...powerful words!

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  10. This poem leaves me breathless and feeling suffocated. Having someone slam the window that you open is a painful experience...I do wonder if the person is worth it if he/she creates such a noxious environment.

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    1. So much to think about! Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Mary :)

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  11. Oh that has a lot of pain in it...

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    1. Thanks for taking the time to comment :)

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  12. Could be a personification of jealousy. But the suffocation in your poem is so strong, I needed to open my window after reading

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    1. Well I hope you didn't feel too suffocated for long! I do appreciate your visit, totomai :)

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  13. This left me cold and worn, much like the speaker I think.

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