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In an attic room

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Too often she carries her weight in despair

Dark thoughts have free rein in her life, she complies 

Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears, 

 

Unable to craft a new story of care,

She dances to the beat of negative vibes

Too often she carries her weight in despair

 

She has no imagination, pizzazz or flair

No way of knowing how to turn tail on the tide

Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears, 

 

No confidence or self-esteem left to spare,

Little or no room for any pride to reside,

Too often she carries her weight in despair.

 

The damage is done, no bandage can repair

Once at her peak, she’s now bottomed the slide

Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears, 

 

She sits in the chair with an openmouthed stare

The needle still lodged in a vein opened wide

Too often she carries her weight in despair

Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears,

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A waste

◄ With love, goodbye

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Comments

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 13th Jul 2023 14:01

Thanks JD- I must have a go at that form-it seems so effective.
The effects of such tragedies are all too obvious in everyday life around my neck of the woods.

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Russell Jacklin

Thu 13th Jul 2023 08:09

Thank you

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 13th Jul 2023 07:22

Well written in Vilanelle form, JD. This structure amplifies the tragic quality of the poem.

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