Jannie Breedt Poet Free verse

Ripped and Torn

Do you still call me in your dreams?
Fetus pillow ,how I miss your feet
Alarmclock flashes through molasses
Teary pillow tangled sheets

Recalling conversation
Questioning the answers
Recoiling in retreat
C'mon coffee, stay awake
Time to face the busy street
Time to walk the depro beat
Laughs too loud and sleeps too late
Tattle tale twin- duck taped inside

Dodge the cars avoid the bars
In case Im forced to laugh
About their weekend aftermath
Prying lies sniffing  eyes
Stick to shadows when you run
Dont u get it? Do I have to spell it?
What a klutz , walking retard
Exposed in headlights, and hates the nights
Ha ha lookit him
Tries to nurse his broken heart

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Patricia Cresswell September 4, 2017 at 6:37 AM Jeannie I am sorry your heart was broken. What more can I say for nothing I say wii mend it. cute description of the aftermath. Patricia Cresswell September 4, 2017 at 6:38 AM The word is acute.

CayCay Godwin January 14, 2017 at 3:13 PM Jannie - this is personal, is it not? so many of the lines touched me, such simple ones like about the feet - one misses feet one used to snuggle, I know. I found this poem tender with its searching questions and frail confidence. It touched me. Who knows where the people are - I never get that. I truly felt emotion in this. Enjoyed it very much ... CayCay Jannie Breedt June 4, 2017 at 11:12 PM Omg . Only NOW do i find your moat welcome comment. Yes its personal and it hurt. I use PS as therapy. Otherwise I go on a rampage or rage all day long. I walk around making a complete ass of myself. Gosh I miss you.