Counsel

Sitting in the stark room
clock and tissues stare,
I own the time,
50 minutes,
for me.

There is a stranger,
serene she sits
opposite the distance
and
gradually I unravel.....




Poetry by shells
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Written on 2014-03-04 at 00:50

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Doh..just worked it out! I particularly like how you say the most with the least.
2014-06-23



I'm hoping you stitched yourself back together, minus the unnecessary baggage. I'd like to applaud this but I'm not sure how.
2014-06-23


Rob Graber
An intriguing little write... just right, with a truly memorable last line pregnant with foreboding and promise!
2014-03-24


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful. You've said all that needed to be said, and nothing more.
2014-03-07


ngaio Beck
Mysterious.Engaging,and fraught with many diverse interpretations.
2014-03-05