Indoors

Indoors

 

She won´t come outside the house

steadfastly refuses any encouragement

Not for a walk or breath of air

no explanation is offered

an inexplicable mood

of self pity or guilt for past wrongs

Days have gone by, weeks in fact

not even a front door appearance

The flower has wilted

receeded, refusing to be watered

A pallid complexion of inner pain

wearing life´s indelible stain

Inconsolable and desolate

a surrender of all that has gone before

no fight is left nor fray to entice

She sits with the one who dies

after a loveless marriage and many lies

Two corpses still alive and together

but she still won´t come outside the house

◄ Self Imposed

Homeward Bound ►

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keith jeffries

Thu 22nd Jun 2017 22:01

P & S, Thank you for this comment. I am living through this at present and as you can imagine it is very difficult. Keith

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Thu 22nd Jun 2017 20:13

sadly Keith,this poem could be about too many people these days.

Well written and powerful.

P&S xx

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