My chest is tight
It’s hard to breathe,
I’ve swallowed a lump
No sorry, that’s my anxiety.
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I’m devastated
Full of guilt,
I meant no harm
To all we’ve built.
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My head is spinning
I feel so ill,
I’ll fix my mistake
You’ll see I will.
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Unable to sleep
Mind is racing,
Climb out of bed
To start pacing.
***
I miss you so
That pure connection,
Thousands of miles away
In another direction.
***
Just to see your name
Pop up on my screen,
You’ve no idea
What that would mean.
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I rarely admit
This I truly need,
Remove the pain
I beg, I plead.
***
I’m truly sorry
Not that you know,
You’ve forgotten it
I didn’t let it show.
***
You’ve no idea
As I smile at you,
You’re unaware
The pain you drew.
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Hours of worry
Hours of stress,
Tormented
Obsessed.
***
Over what
I hear asked,
A slip of the tongue
Nothing vast.
***
It’s my over reaction
When slightly wrong,
The causing of pain
And I respond.
***
Ridiculous
Oh please, I know,
My prison warden
Inside me so.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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