Blue Years of Pauperville

She called them her blue years Tinsel and streamers hanging in ballrooms she never saw the inside of because of her fears Cobwebs and dreamers of laughter instead Didn’t go out for fear she’d be dead Floods like Niagara of black in her eyes Shaped into pestering tears. She called them her blue years Babies and flowers held up in armfuls Wanting to be the first sound that they hear TV and silence for family instead Can’t hold them accountable for things that they said Convoluted instant replay in her mind those scripted out bright lighted sitcom dears She called them her blue years Vacation photos ripped out of magazines Glue sticked and tacked to her wall right next to the phone on the bed night stand table Holding it’s breath for a call Blue years of pauperville, Emotionally speaking that is Clinging to scraps of a dulling memory Lacking the stamina to stand up and live She called them her blue years.