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Poem Details
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| Title: | Torpor |
| Author: | Cathy Page |
| Date Submitted: | 8/19/2008 |
| Email: | quixotic@iinet.net.au |
| Poem: |
Yesterday I was tearful and exhausted and fell early into a fretful sleep, my nightmares tossing me into wakefulness like sailing on a choppy sea. This heavy despondency carries me into a sullen morning, vulnerability breaks open like an ebbing of the tide and sadness pools at lowest point. Sounds become a mournful flute but the heart is unstirred by this haunting song. The guiding light has been extinguished. I cannot continue this way confined to an everlasting maze nor find my way back. I spill my heavy energy into the room. I cannot rouse myself from this torpor. My spirit is waning like a candle slowly burning itself into wax. ... |