minus the soaps & bon bons,
mellow minds lead flat conversation
friends tending to children(s) organizations
my husband is at work,
(at least that's where he says he is)
so here I sit, fingers in a maze,
thoughts/dreams lost in a haze,
like a lost ship's anchored ambition,
the hours stack like a stalled transition
hands create jail cell across my numb face
a simple reminder, my situations time & place
the kids!, oh I must have forgotten,
boredom arrived-absent mind-don't got 'em
that fantasy, an imagined reality
someone/something to set me free
oh, mind lost like gold in a fairy tale
anxious moments like bottom of empty well
when will feelings fleet away & allow respite?
fate stands tall & proud, I've chosen this.
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i mean Chula! that's brilliant. Come on, Wow, you've really captured the tedious ticking of the click clock clicking in that. I mean you've really brought that to life. The part about the kids, was it that she actually didn't have any, but was so dis-heartened by her current situation that she made other humans up? Let me tell you something,....imagines reality has met it's match.
Modest.
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