Sunday, April 10, 2011

Written on a Bad Afternoon



Frozen
Bug eyed
Caught a resin of circumstances
Suspended there
Watching days unfold and pass into obscurity
Unable to act
Positive…change will not come
Mind shrouded tight
Paralyzed by the inertia of depression 

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Molecules strung taunt like a tightrope snap imperceptibly.
Eyes that twitch reflexively go barely noticed. 
The day drags. Boredom mounts.
She expects her brain to explode before eight hours are up.  


9 comments:

  1. Mmm, that's an interesting, maybe a sad little poem. Hope you don't feel like that now Steph? -

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  2. We all have unbalanced days like that, where we can't settle into our routine or think of anything else important enough to do. I noticed your random comments on the sidebar...my air conditioner is coming on too, at the first sign of any dreadful humidity!

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  3. Our ac is on too. I hope you are feeling better by now.

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  4. i recognize some of the feelings. i hope things improve. i will feel bored out of my head this week as i have to sit in chicago in a hotel learning instead of playing.

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  5. No heads actually exploded I hope .. I think there's something going around ..

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  6. We have all had days like that it seems...hope it doesn't last long! Time for a road trip!

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  7. At least it produced some lovely art and poetry. Looks like from the cute owls, you're feeling better. x

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  8. Excellent work, stevie. I have visions of heads exploding all over the world!

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