Scared as a crow I fear the always open field,
Armour ready, steady shield,
Advancing,
My march is glacier slow.
As hard is the rock and open the place,
Iron shoes, lactic lace,
Sweating,
My back is arched like a clock stuck at two.
Head cracked with ball and fist,
Frustration racing, mind blitzed,
Raging,
My teeth grind the board with gritted chalk.
I rest my forehead against the clawed door,
Eyes shut, fingers sore,
Heavy,
I am weighed with anchored breath.
Tomorrow, always tomorrow,
Words hollow, tears follow,
Wailing,
My thoughts banshee the muted wall.
With all that is sudden the door closes,
That man I know leaves, gliding shut on a gentle breeze,
Waiting,
Who knows when he will return.
Now all quiet as silence is still,
Slowed heart, hushed shrill,
Calm,
I reclaim what pieces I can.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.
Frustation and anxiety clearly visible in between words. Amazing lines.
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Thank you very much.
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Welcome
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Hey Charlie, by the way you stold my pane name, point being it was a nice read. I try to catch up with as many of you guys and gals, but you sure are talented.
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Thank you very much!
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My pleasue reading you
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Hmmm… very relatable. I’m very much inclined to slam doors from time to time and often break the door frames. So I can relate to picking up the pieces afterwards. My bedroom door is still broken. Lol…. 😉💛
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It is just frustration, I immediately regret it afterwards x
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Oh me too! And that door is never getting fixed because I don’t know how to fix it. Lol… I only have myself to blame. Fortunately, I don’t make a habit of slamming doors every day. 😉
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I really like this piece. I could feel it’s heaviness and burden you carried through it.
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Thank you very much
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