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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, January 14, 2011

Status Migraine

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
It hurt too much to even cry
She closed her eyes against the light

She counted her breaths, her chest so tight
The bed, her nest, on which she'd lie
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

Tired of fighting the noble fight
Confronting her nemesis eye to eye
She closed her eyes against the light

Blurred edges between wrong and right
It made no difference, so why try?
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

She prayed in vain, in pain, in spite
Her body was weak, her spirit dry
She closed her eyes against the light

Her mind a blank, a board wiped white
Again another small death she'd die
She swallowed the pills and said goodnight
She closed her eyes against the light.

(submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 37)

Thank you Jingle for the Perfect Poet Award for Week 37!

for Week 38 I nominate    
http://exitsbyalice.wordpress.com/