I guess
I must have
tripped
and fallen
through my
cheery gladness
it’s gone now
and the world
is back in darkness
I am lost
again
and I hate it
and I love it
all
in the same
lonesome
breath
it’s aching inside
and tearing out
my heart
I hate it
this endless pain
inside my chest
inside my throat
bringing me to my knees
taking away my limbo
and leaving me
alone in
this darkness
without a shred
of armor
to protect me
from this
onslaught
I guess
I must have
tripped
and fallen
back into
this hole
this aching despair
why am I so
damn clumsy
5/16/05
©Patti Keno
This poem and the last one were based on a dream that i had. This one is named Muzzle because that is the name of the man I was dating in said dream. (my mind works in weird ways)
Invisible No More 