Pills
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, lost and gray as her hairs are these days.
"Effects of the therapy and nothing to worry."
It is so easy for them, the doctors to say.
She thinks of the linens at home, growing dirty.
The baby is no more baby to the keen world.
She needs protection. And, what is the man i up to?
Thoughts bounce around still the pills work...dreams set on.
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And, what is the man is up to?
A nice neat tale, woven well. I like the crow, incessant rippling. .
Thoughts bounce(s) is great (should be singular, not plural-bounce)
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acted when I visited at the Centers For Living. Sometimes she
thought the clothes she was wearing were not hers. It was so
sad to watch her go through all that because of pills that she
didn't want to take.
Lovely poem.
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Nice!
MyHotComments Great job! Thanks for sharing!
It's thoughtful Poddar and true.
Different twist for us in Dream Depths
Sometimes, though, I could understand why.
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