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PAINDROPS
Maureen Clifford @The Scribbly Bark Poet

Sunk in the depths of the darkest depression,
and tight held in taut bands of abject despair,
grey mists saw her lost in utter confusion
still wondering just how in hell she got there.

Rain on the roof added to the withdrawal
she sought from reality. Life was so hard
that despite her fierce battle against delusion
she felt herself losing in inches not yards.

Struggle? She struggled. There were none who saw that
and none who would know of the dark thoughts within.
She walked all alone over cracks in the pavement
and at times suspected that life had worn thin.

Black clouds slowly gathered – the walls saw her weep
in a morass of darkness, despondent again
'til warm sunbeam fingers would cheerfully creep
through those grey tear flecked windows, dispelling her pain.

Intermittent drismals like showery rain
turned to rainbows and happy expressions.






PAINDROPS
Maureen Clifford @The Scribbly Bark Poet

Sunk in the depths of the darkest depression,
held in the bands of such abject despair,
lost in the mists of the utmost confusion
and wondering how the hell did she get there.

Rain on the roof added to the recession
she sought from reality. Life was so hard.
She struggled against the high tide of delusion
but felt she was losing in inches not yards.

There were none who saw the hard internal struggle
and none who would know of the dark thoughts within
She walked all alone over cracks in the pavement
and at times suspected that life had worn thin.

In her morass of blackness the house saw her weep,
saw the black clouds slow gather – her secrets would keep
until warm sunbeam fingers would creep once again
through the grey weeping windows dispelling the pain
of intermittent drismals like showery rain
till again she gave happy impressions.