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Title: Woman in black
Author: Cathy Page
Date Submitted: 8/19/2008
Email: quixotic@iinet.net.au

 
Poem: It seems all is black,
black as a soldier's boots,
black as ink that spills in a sudden flowering,
blacker than poison.
There are black holes torn in my world.

I can see no landscape that exists beyond
my bleak imagination.
Sitting like a prisoner bound
in this threadbare chair,
I am a tree whose leaves droop in the drought,
a moth whose drab wings burn too near a flame.
Depression weighs upon my heart like a tombstone.
It is torment to keep my heart pumping,
the blood circulating,
my breath going in and out.
My unquiet mind that tangles itself
like a seabird in a discarded net.

I think there must be something more to say
some benediction of peace and hope
but the thought of peace is bitter to me now
and I cannot hope again.
Everything is silent for a moment
and then time starts again,
measuring life and its seconds of pain....