today has been the longest week,
this month, it seems, has been a year.
there’s no escape and no reprieve,
no place to be that isn’t here.
i cannot run. i cannot hide
from all that plays upon my brain.
it seems i just won’t leave my side.
my waking dreams become a stain.
a self-indulgent state of mind
could never justify the cost.
so here i sit and waste my time,
wrapped inside what i have lost.
barbie dockstader angell – march 18th, 2011.
thank you bob….i appreciate it. : )
I like it–especially “no place to be that isn’t here” & “wrapped inside what I have lost.”
thank you john. i did labor over the words and phrasing….i’m glad they worked well. : )
Great as always Barbie!
why thank you. : ) i especially enjoyed the “as always” portion of that compliment. : )