Abyss

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  • Sadness
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  • Life
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  • Loss

    Abyss

    Surrounded by a sea of cars

    in a place I don’t know

    Where traffic slows to a crawl

    All I can do is take time

    to recall

    The 4 mile drive

    that took me from home

    and brought me to a familiar

    place I had come to know

    The hour at lunch and

    the comfort of home

    The kiss on the lips

    from my love as we both

    return to our work

    from our humble abode

    So far away from this place

    am I

    I barely can stand it

    I ask myself why

    Why I allowed myself

    to travel so far

    To be away from my

    new beginnings and my original

    fresh start

    Everyday, In the place I call “home”

    I rest my weary head on a pillow

    waiting for the night to pass

    wondering when I can leave

    and meet my love again at last

    For it was his words, his desire

    that sent me away

    to make some decisions

    and come what may

    When all I serve

    is a penance

    it seems

    and the daily trials that follow

    leave me living in this bad dream.

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    linlee commented on Abyss

    07-16-2009

    You have some powerful thoughts in this poem, Carol. Whenever I leave, it's to get away from abuse, and I have to walk because I don't have a car. I can't imagine leaving to make decisions. They must have been important decisions. I hope you made wise ones. I'm going to read this poem again. Then I have to get going. I'll be back to read some more of your work.

    carolw

    07/19/2009

    Thank you linlee for your comment - it is good to hear feedback and it is good to hear that you get the message of the poem - thanks again!

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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