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Saturday 30th January 2010 10:45 pm

I am not me, I am no-one.
I am but the husk,
all that remains after the birds have had their fill.
Lost and hurting,
I misplaced myself amongst the wreckage
and for me there is no 'black box'.
I do not remove the veil,
I am filled with loathing by what lies beneath,
and so, my veneer is smooth.
I hope you do not see the fissures below
because i am scared to look beyond the day.

I do not seek the answers in you,
only the comfort of your embrace.
Hold me, keep me safe from my demons.

My eyes are empty like those of a dime store doll,
vacant and stupid.
They show only your reflection.
My mind is dormant, it holds nothing,
Nothing but the echoes of me.
You hear my echoes and i name your tears,
and still you hold me.

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kath hewitt

Sun 31st Jan 2010 17:11

Cynthia, thank you again for your praise. I have to say I liked Indulgence very much, in particular, the introduction to the poem. I actually, cursed to myself because i hadn't thought of it because it is really very accurate.x x

Janet, thank you very much for your comment. I think Isobel and yourself are both right in what you feel from reading, and i too felt the desolation.
It's really good to know that my poems can stir up such emotions in the readers, even if i do find it quite hard to believe that i can do that!! Thank you all. x x

<Deleted User> (7164)

Sun 31st Jan 2010 12:59

I can totally relate to this.
Somehow though i don't feel the desperation that Isobel speaks of within it. It's more a recognition of the self and ones needs.
Once that occurs in a person, they can then begin to move forward and ultimately go on to find self love.

This is a very touching poem which will affect many a reader in some way. This is what i love about poetry. It makes one feel. :-)

Janet.x

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 31st Jan 2010 12:19

I am not presuming this situation applies to you. Why should I? But your grasp of the idea is distinct and expressed with powerful imagery. It speaks with compassion and wisdom. I am so bold as to offer one of mine, just to underline the universality of those demons of your own thoughts.

Indulgence

there is no greater darkness
than the intelligent soul
self-induced
into depression

I need something
someone
a flame!

I spin
in a void
mindlessly
full of mind

never feeling the least hope
that one day
I may know
myself

Cynthia Buell Thomas

kath hewitt

Sun 31st Jan 2010 06:25

Thank you Ann x

Ann Foxglove

Sun 31st Jan 2010 06:02

Ditto all that Isobel has said. Powerful stuff. The idea of the black box is a good one. "I misplaced myself amongst the wreckage". xx

kath hewitt

Sun 31st Jan 2010 00:32

Thank you Isobel x

Isobel

Sat 30th Jan 2010 23:51

Desperately sad but beautifully expressed. Some very powerful imagery in here that really haunts you. The only consolation in all the desolation is the fact that this person is not alone - someone cares. x

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