Sheer Stupidity
Solitude scratches as an aggravating child within my walls
I did not invite her with opened arms, beckon
Nor call....
She arrived as silently as she once left
Within the words of human comfort
Of fickle breath
And woe is me, my sheer stupidity
That i at my time in life should be taken by the hand
Feeble unguarded
Back to the land of pain
The world i swore i would ne-er return
Again
But i dropped my guard so some small shard
Could surreptitiously remove my core
And spit pon the muddied grass
Who am i to want more?
poem by Karen Sinclair
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