its seemed like a grand idea

at first

to be connected


and available

always, available….

but when it began

to snake in

too closely

slithering upwards

around my neck

choking time away

from my days

ripping away

at the often necessary


worn and wrapped tight

in order to remain

hidden in necessary shadows

the worn closed sign

was nailed onto

the outsides

of my now-locked doors…

and when i could

no longer breathe

time became the tattletale

as Ferlinghetti once said

and it was

way past the time

to fall away….

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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