Rapunzel

You send me flowers, but I'm not
Dead yet. You call me addlepated,
But I don't succumb to you. I stare
Up at that distant window, wishing
I could fly to it and squeeze between
Its narrow bars, but we both know I
Never will. Perhaps I am dead, after
All, and maybe my mind's not so
Good. I don't care, but this I know:
I won't succumb to you.





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Written on 2024-04-19 at 04:18

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A mystical write, this. I feel this poem is a little like an onion,with many layers. Or am I overthinking it? Actually, I am often addlepated but no-one sends me flowers. Lucky old you. :) Blessings, Allen
2024-04-19