Brandy Megens Poet I do not know?

Domestic Wasteland

WILLINGNESS TO IGNORE SOCIAL BARRIERS TO EASE THE LONLINESS

RESTLESS HOURS WITH ANXIOUS ENERGY SINGING THE VEINS

INCONSPICIOUS AS POSSIBLE   BREATHING AS GUILTY AS ONE COULD

A RUSH OF HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER

METHODICAL                                                     DELIBERATE

INSIDES CHURNING WITH A PROTECTIVENESS
                         
                             FEIRCLY DEFENSIVE

LOOSING A GRIP ON REALITY

AS TIMES GROW MORE DESPERATE               PEOPLE CHANGE

LONLINESS BROKEN BY THE OCCASIONAL MOMENT OF PEACE

THE RESULTANT QUESTION

                                              SCREAMING FOR ANSWERS

THOUGHT-NUMBING RELIEF

                                                              INABLILITY TO DO ANYTHING

RUNNING ON EMPTY NEEDING TO BE REFILLED            SUPER

 EMOTIONALLY DEBILITATING                   

                                HOPE DWINDLING                   NO NORMALICY

UNEXPECTED VULNERABILITY                      STUBBORN STRENGTH



            NO ESCAPE BUT TO SAY SAY GOOD BYE                           I'M SINGLE AGAIN!!!!!

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Rhia Madison Thomer May 30, 2009 at 9:20 AM your words, your lines, you yourself, beauty, pain emotion, but strength. as we all realize, normalcy has never existed, it's just something someone thought they could norm everyone into only to realize they couldn't, we are all to different inside and out. but this poem was beautiful, very sad but we'll make it through as we always do. can;t wait to read more <3 madison

Judy Riley May 28, 2009 at 1:05 PM Emotions running rampant, I can feel so much pain, seems emotions just fly out of someone who is under duress. Good Free verse. I personally do not care for all caps in a poem, to me a poem is like my baby, I put all my effort in to carring for it. I do feel alot of emotion and as far as finding "normalicy" in my years I have decided "normal" is what ever works for you. Felt your pain, keep on writting Judy Riley