Jo Hayton Poet I do not know?

Vicious Circle

Self pity is my pillow
One piece of human emotion
To prove I'm still alive

Heavy medication veils the sun
Montionless throughout daytime tv
Ween out of it around five

When darkness has fallen
I am able to see
It brings with it the familiar paranoia
That somehow helps to set me free

Weigh myself
Against yesterdays decline
An extra few pounds snares perfection
It can't can't be mine....

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Debbie Guzzi February 22, 2009 at 4:21 PM awwwww Jo we all learn to love "warts and all" or we don't and we live a life of misery. Look for beauty and you'll find it, if only in a caring heart. Light & Love Debbie

February 21, 2009 at 10:14 PM Sad situation. The emotion comes through your words. Welcome to Poetry Soup! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with your writing. Karen

Carolyn Devonshire February 21, 2009 at 3:32 PM Jo, it won't take you long to find your way around on poetrysoup. There are a lot of supportive peope here. This is a lovely verse! Indeed, self pity s the pillow many poets share. But you made me grin in the last stanza, "Weigh myself...an extra few pounds snares perfection." Oh, to give up dieting and be thin for life. It's also interesting how paranoia sets you free. It's nice to make a new friend, Carolyn