Open Poetry #1 |
The Hollow |
gypsylace Junior Member
since 1999-06-14
Posts 10Prairieville,LA USA |
Looking up from below, it's sketchy but I can see, pieces of a person that once belonged to me When I try to grab them, they seem to fade away memories from a past I knew but no longer have today. Push yourself, so I've been told be a mother and a wife, you owe it to the ones you love to sacrifice your life But what do you do when you're weary and you're tired and can't go on to the hollow in the tunnel your existence now belongs. I long to do the things I see so each day I look above and try to reach the pieces of the things I used to love there their, then their not so I rest my mind at ease to the hollow in the tunel that's become the life for me. |
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Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
gypsy, I sense despair in the poem's speaker...despair that with time will lessen as the kids get older and more self sufficient. One day, her children will be gone from home, and she won't be in the tunnel anymore. ~Genea |
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