Clinging
Fingers gripping,
sanity slipping,
mind numb,
voice dumb,
walls closing in
reality thin.
sanity slipping,
mind numb,
voice dumb,
walls closing in
reality thin.
I long to run,
to curse and scream,
coming apart
at every seam.
Invisible,
a backdrop,
a working fool-
a backdrop,
a working fool-
where, the honor,
for keeping the rule?
Give me wings,
a voice that sings,
not wailing in pain
as the weeping rain
rolls like the tide
from the ocean inside
my soul.
Against my skin
like fire they sting.
I could drift on the waves
but still I cling.
Breathe.
Pray.
Wait.
Stay.
The sun will shine tomorrow
and obliterate the sorrow,
hidden safely in its place as
I paint the smile on
my new day face.
Cheryl KP
copyright 2015
Tropical Affair 
“The sun will shine tomorrow/ and obliterate the sorrow”
Much felt.
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Thank you. 😊
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I like the short sentence poems you come up with. I used to write such poems earlier, but now it seems to fade away. Great poem 🙂 loved it.
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Thanks so much Sharukh. Im sure you still have the words. They are just waiting to be freed. 😊
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