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Andrea Fischer Poem
Within these apartment walls
Depression looms,
Permeates, destroys.
Its sterile white walls
Are oppressive,
Even claustrophobic.
Silverfish slither
Across white ceilings,
I pray they don’t drop
Into my mouth
As I sleep.
I lay on my roll out sofa,
Praying that the foul odor,
Is just my neighbor’s
Trash laden home,
And not my neighbor.
Last time I saw him
He was wraithlike
I haven’t seen him lately.
I tried everything,
To brake
This prison’s hold,
But all was lost…
The ceiling caved-in.
Nothing but rafters
And roaches above.
This dark and dingy tenement
The west side slums.
I hide
Behind closed drapes,
So no one can see
My despair.
My head sinks low,
And my tears fall
To my feet
And bathes,
Another bug.
A hairy caterpillar inches
Across my naked white toes.
As desperate as I am,
To escape this ruin.
I watch as it climbs,
The edge of the curtains
Until it disappears,
Behind the drapes
And out the broken window.
With a silent prayer,
I follow it,
And peel back,
Mold encrusted blinds,
Letting in an eruption of light,
Like the strike of a match.
It burns right through me,
Searing depression
From my body,
With rays of Divine Mercy.
My eyes adjust
There in front of me
Life is magnified.
Orange colored blossoms
Shining in the sun
As delicate as gossamer.
Leaves in a warm summer breeze
Glowing from within
As they danced their praises.
The tiny caterpillar
Reared his forelegs,
He laughed at the spectacle,
And flirted with a butterfly.
Copyright © Andrea Fischer | Year Posted 2009
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