Glazed eyes in photographs staring beyond me Windows that put the world in a frame CD's about things like popularity and cheer Stacked up in a corner gathering dust Trash scattered on the streets outside Also scattered around my room Retrieved items that once were honored Mean nothing anymore Disgust occupies my mind as I glare at the walls And at the ceiling and floors Confronted indignities are ever present Is this my sanctuary or prison, I haven't decided Perhaps the world will suit me better But no esteem or respect is to be found there Mirror reflects my defeated face What a fool to neglect instincts so quickly Flashy opinions prancing around in my head Fist hits a pillow in my melting rage Intensify, reinforce and defend yourself, my heart says My brain says I am an idiot Somewhere in my head I hear the arguing voices grow louder "She doesn't belong, rid us Of this challenging burden" Why don't I hear any disagreement with that So my useless scribblings on yellowing paper Must be nothing but chatter of the mind If that is how you regard my emotions So be itBirth sign: Sagittarius
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