Mindful

She looks into the night
Thinking her thought
Trying with all her might
For a life that can't be bought
Knowing things are off
And In time it will mend
"Doubtful" she will scoff
The demons she can't fend
Not knowing where to go
Or who she can depend
The answer being "no"
And treading the deep-end
Arms are getting tired
She can't even stand
Alert and slightly wired
Just searching for some land

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[Lisasview]

Hi there,
Since I see you are online and I have not read anything of yours I thought I would now.
I really do like your poem.
Especially these lines...
And treading the deep-end
Arms are getting tired
She can't even stand
Alert and slightly wired
Just searching for some land
I find those words can have many interpretations...I love metaphors...
Glad I stopped by ..
If you have the time you might like one of mine (I only started posting for the very first time last year.)
Perhaps INNOCENCE or MILES APART... both very different from one another.
Lisa, from California...now in Spain