Retreat

Malicious words thrown across the room

Aimed at my well-being

The main event at this circus

They’re the ringmaster and mistress

I’m a dependent human target in distress

My spirit’s punctured, bleeding

The crowd’s yelling for my freedom

My psyche is speeding

Thinking about what I’m needing

Crying because I’m reaching

For an outlet

But I can’t process these feelings

Mind is persistently prepared

For another sarcastic stab

And I can’t roam

This circus is my home

I accept it, so

I clench to a manifestation

Inside my mind

Mad

My eyes stay sullen, swollen

Sad

22 thoughts on “Retreat

  1. Rae Cobbs

    I hope that wasn’t this group, because that seems like a group to quit. Write in good health, joy (or whatever feeling you’re having), and good company. I like your work!

    Reply
  2. Gaby Bedetti

    Great capture of the power of language: the poem’s rhyme and alliteration, the circus metaphor, the poem as a whole–all work to conquer “the malicious words.” Well done!

    Reply
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