At everything and no one
Piling them on
Even the dogs gingerly tread
Their animal scents mine
Funny how part of I can stand beside
Watch the smoke rise
“Ahhh here she goes – well things are bound to feel better shortly”
But even that makes me angry right now
That supercilious bitch
That stands apart
She never gets in here with me
But just stands cool
Behind her pane of glass
From all this hurting
Now she can’t get out
14 thoughts on “Trapped behind the glass”
A powerful piece!
Thanks Bon 💕
You are most welcome!! Best wishes, Colin
Colin! See I had you pegged for a Madeline and yet it makes so much more sense now 😁lovely to meet you Colin.
I’ll answer to anything ;-p
I love the in your face, unapologetic beauty of this, Kate!
The words tend to fall the way they fall and I don’t edit or overthink them. I think that why I love creating poetry so much these days, I’ve done enough to get out of my own way and mostly I just learn a lot about what I’m thinking by what comes out. The beauty of poetry and the subconscious mind working in tandem
‘I put her there’ oh, I love this! 💖
Ohhh!!! Loving this one Kate!!!!! ❤️❤️
Me too, I was writing a consciousness stream really and the sting in the tail got me. 💕
Well it got you good!!! Beautiful job!!
Thanks Hal 😊