Empty lives between the walls
when you are ready to go but only you.
Empty lives between the walls,
Mealtimes together. Who is the first to speak?
Plunging into a sea of distress.
Troubling times but I do not want to go there.
Inside me there is no us.
Nor today, a new start.
Elevated to the throne of hope.
Slow, we realise that it was not to be.
Silent then we search and find a way out.
Before I think and survey the facts.
Extreme fatigue pulls me down.
Trying as I may it might be too much.
Wondering when you will make a start.
Evenly lying besides, me in bed.
Easy breathing, you won’t accept.
Nowhere can I catch you to hear you.
Think today will be the end.
Hear, it will drag on beyond your understanding.
Easy and slow, one gesture at a time.
Welcome to the world as you have known it.
Assuming age has not opened all the experiences to you, yet.
Look I am there I will help you through.
Leaving pains and destroys us.
Staying of course is the death of you.
About the Creator
Jeannine Kauffmann
Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.
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