After the cut...
After the cut
and the blackness
the blood and the punch
and the pain...
She reels around
in the empty
just trying to
fight the insane...
The place rocks and rolls
with the echo
that bounces
from all the old walls...
She covers her ears
as she quivers
and stumbles
into a deep fall...
Some stand on the side
simply staring
and wishing
that she would just go...
And judge her a fool
with no future
as they point
and watch her sink low...
She lifts up her head
as they gather
and judge that
she needs to calm down...
But the pain in her heart
keeps on hurting
as her thoughts
hurl round and round...
Joy Weare,
19th July, 2011.
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