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Cold rain pelted me as I climbed the stairs Home, but my key would not open the lock Anger stabbed me; a knife thrust, unawares Thunder roared at my plight, as if to mock Night fell as I sheltered against the wall My clothing soaked, but little did I care I felt like a puppet; a limp stringed doll Drowning in anguish, I said a prayer Marooned in the stairwell, without a phone Entry to my home had been forbidden Never had I felt so lost and alone Feeling quite helpless, tears came unbidden To despair and alarm I grew enslaved Opening the locked door was all I craved September 21st, 2017 "Stuck" for Sara

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Jack Webster

Date: 9/28/2017 3:05:00 PM

Congratulations, Lin

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/28/2017 9:19:00 AM

I was delighted to see your work in my winners’ list..I enjoyed reading the work of an outstanding poet..Your participation was much appreciated..Your work had good rhythm, rhyme and flow..I felt it did not give a solution to your situation though..Sara

James Inman

Date: 9/28/2017 7:57:00 AM

Very well written Lynn. Sounds like the end of a very bad day.

Michael Tor

Date: 9/27/2017 5:45:00 PM

Congratulations on your win Lin...

Constance La France

Date: 9/27/2017 4:53:00 PM

Lin, well done, what a horrible thing to have happen, congratulations on your win!

Jan Allison

Date: 9/27/2017 2:49:00 PM

Dropping back with my congrats Lin:-) hugs jan xx

Dale Gregory Cozart

Date: 9/27/2017 12:46:00 PM

Congrats, Lin!

Joanna Daniel

Date: 9/22/2017 7:42:00 AM

What can be worse than getting locked out in heavy rain!! Must have been sad, Lin, wonder how you got in finally:)

Lin Lane
Date: 9/22/2017 7:53:00 AM

First week after I'd returned from Colorado, and already miserable over that situation. I sat on the stairs in little protection from rain and wind, and I cried. After a couple of self-pitying minutes I tried again...and again. Finally it opened and when I got inside I cried some more, but it was the first time I felt like the apartment was home. Thanks very much for the comments and sympathy, Jo.

Darren White

Date: 9/22/2017 12:38:00 AM

Wow, that is a horrible experience Lin... I love your syllable-based sonnet. When it's not meter based, it has more freedom. Still your sonnet sings, it has music (bit dark music, but that I like)

Lin Lane
Date: 9/22/2017 6:45:00 AM

Thank you very kindly for the great comments, Darren. Now you have me hearing violins as I crouch in the stairwell. lol

Frederic Parker

Date: 9/21/2017 12:50:00 PM

Very strong emotion filled poem, really well-done poet, hope it is a creative piece not drawn from reality...good luck, I think should do very well

Lin Lane
Date: 9/21/2017 1:05:00 PM

It was real and unforgettably miserable. Thanks so much, Frederick.

Winged Warrior

Date: 9/21/2017 10:35:00 AM

I'm stuck on you verse Lin...well done my friend...best wishes and best of luck...^WW^

Lin Lane
Date: 9/21/2017 1:04:00 PM

Thanks, WW, for the comment and well wishes.

Tim Smith

Date: 9/21/2017 9:48:00 AM

Haha...I had a similar experience in college...got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and went in the wrong door...stuck I the stairwell

Lin Lane
Date: 9/21/2017 9:58:00 AM

ha Tim. We both got a degree in stupidity! Thanks so much for sharing your silly experience.

Heidi Sands

Date: 9/21/2017 9:29:00 AM

Wow Lin. This is a very powerful poem that kept me reading in suspense with every word. Well done! Good luck in the contest :)

Lin Lane
Date: 9/21/2017 9:56:00 AM

It was a pretty miserable time, Heidi. Once I got to know my neighbor, I gave her a spare key. Thanks so much.

Jan Allison

Date: 9/21/2017 8:33:00 AM

Gee Lin this is a scary situation to be in and its based on your own experience. I see we are both in a deep dark mood with our writing today... murder must be in the air as we both mention knives but with totally unconnected poems, but at least yours had a happy ending !!! I think we must have a psychic bond!:-) hugs jan xx

Lin Lane
Date: 9/21/2017 9:25:00 AM

You and I have lots of bonds, Jan, but murder is not one of them. haha I didn't use a knife. Oh, but wait. I remember one I wrote not so long ago in which I buried my mate in the back yard. Thanks for coming to read this one. Hugs.

Andrew John

Date: 9/21/2017 8:19:00 AM

Nicely done, in strict Shakespearean sonnet form, too.

Lin Lane
Date: 9/21/2017 8:24:00 AM

Thank you ever so much, John.

Mike Gentile

Date: 9/21/2017 8:13:00 AM

Sounds like a bad dream, I have had those feelings, very well written, Good Luck xxxooo

Lin Lane
Date: 9/21/2017 8:18:00 AM

It was a nightmare! Thanks so much, Mike. It was reality when I first moved into my apartment. The rain whipped onto the balcony of my entry door and I couldn't get the key to work. The wind turned my umbrella inside out and my tears fell with the rain. After trying again and again it finally opened. The next day I bought WD-40.