Story Hour
Tell me,
One more time,
Of the world
We made,
Its words
And signs,
The tinsel decorations,
Strung
Falling
From your eyes
To mine,
Our songs,
Then bind me
Once again
Inside its limitations
So I won't forget
And try to breathe
Where there's no air.
pearlbamboo
copyright e.p. hodges
Comments (4)
This pains me. You know the language well.
Trying to breathe when there's no air. I like that.
I wrote something on my blog a few days ago in a protected post. You SHOULD be able to read it (although some have had trouble). It's about the death of my cousin. another alcoholic in our family goes down.
Lynn
wonderful poem, well wrought and filled with images...loved this!
paulygrl
This describes a time in my life. It stopped me in my tracks when I read this. You should enter it or have it published.
BTW do you have any facts on Zoloft and it's how it affects the heart? I am now on 200 mg. a day.
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