Sunday, 27 April 2008

Vicious Cycle

Yet again you retreat
Into your black hole:
Poor me
Standing before your wall of contempt,
I stare
Blank, bemused.
What am I to do?
Your desert is my ocean,
My black is your white.
My inner scream shatters the glass clouds
And tears a hole in the black sky.
I am lost to you,
Cut adrift on my ocean
While you blind yourself
Kicking sand in your eyes.

Kathryn Lee

1 comment:

  1. I love this poem, because I understood exactly what it was about because you and I had talked about an experience we had in common dealing with a person with a mental health issue. I live and breathe metaphors, and what this poem is describing are the things for which there are no words.