![]() MouseA Poem by Amanda Avalon
9/25/06
I am a prim and proper one
Stomach clenching at every Reoccurrence of discomfort This night, blanketed with hints of frost Somnambulism at its best Sleep the furthest thing from my agenda During these dim dawn hours I try to regain a piece of mind But it’s gone all askew I’ve gone all askew I try to justify the lies you’ve told I try to justify the secrets I withhold How much longer? Plastering on this smile ‘till I’m done for You’ve got me in some sort of Safety deposit box Watching my desperate attempts to gasp for air Ignoring that you’re standing there Pretending all is well, and fair is fair But in this waking hour, I Just don’t know how My feeble plans have foiled me so Lacking finesse to the highest degree A zombie, you’ve made me This pit in my stomach; morning premonition Is there, will always be Second fiddle Subordinate one Screaming at the top of her lungs Now, now Look what you’ve gone and done Your eyes, I’m hiding from * The flying insect stings Leaves another welt On her gray skin A quiet night. “My, You’ve made such strange bedfellows…” * And in the brightness of the day An impasse We’re off separately Dealing with the things that nowhere near begin To concern one another with. © 2008 Amanda AvalonReviews
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