Hanging by a Thread




Clutching at straws in blackened silence
Sifting through pieces of conversation,

Trying to find some thread,
Some sense of logic or reason
When there is none to be found

Tearing at my own hair
A temple throbbing headache
Depriving me of sweet sleep
Where at least the mind quiets....

Tortured by my own imagination
With broken nails I scratch it out
The vision of my worst assumption
Hoping I am wrong, oh so wrong...

There is no rest, there is no peace
There is no frustration to compare
With the unanswered question.......






Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-12-18 at 15:19

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Keiko
Very well written hun. Keep up the great writing
2009-12-31


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Purp....good poem...very sad...
Try to get past the "unanswerd question" and get on with
your life...

from your amateur analyst

xxx Stan
2009-12-19


Rob Graber
Desperation well conveyed. Wow. The ends of the third and fourth stanzas tell the reader that this is not just generalized depression; there is a specific but unrevealed issue. This makes the reader curious, and lends the poem an aura of mystery.
2009-12-18


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Ouch! I understand how you feel.
2009-12-18