Strange House - CTC

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by In Limbo, Sep 4, 2011.

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  1. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    My eyes are made fools of the other senses,
    This is now a stranger's house in which I exist.

    Not the friends' house in which I've lived.

    And I have thee not and yet I see thee still.
    As coffee is made downstairs, rich dark smells filling my nostrils,
    caffeine to keep me awake.
    Waking in my lonely room.

    Existing not living, holding onto walls.
    To keep them from shrinking.

    Dining room laughter cuts into my brain,
    a shard of glass, foreign and beautiful
    Not mine.

    Sitting in my white box, with white wine cushions in my head,
    chilled and unfulfilling.

    The conversation bubbles downstairs, joint of beef
    clings fat to your contentment.

    Come let me clutch thee.
     
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    wow can so relate to the words hun stranger in you own place hugs to you so well written hugs
     
  3. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    Thanks TE
     
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