they want to talk to me
they phone
they text

they love me
they offer everything

they are my children

i keep myself
inside closed curtains
everything turned off

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-02-03 at 20:14

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
sad, blunt, honest

some poems are meant to end without the final upbeat note, the return to the major tonic, the resolution, which would ring false in this case.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Stark and true. Well done.

I remember watching a sort of syrupy film of Dickens' novel Great Expectations a long time ago. What struck me was the ending in which the protagonist, Pip I think was his name, went through the dark old house where the old Miss Havisham had isolated herself until she died, pulling down the curtains and letting the sunlight in. Your poem's line about the curtains reminded me of that. It's amazing how just looking at the sky or sitting in the sun has so often made me feel better. I would advise the subject of your poem to open those curtains.