When life takes over

Sure, I would love to dream
all day and whittle time –away
then, life takes over
and I left spinning to take cover.

When I was young
I dreamed of spending time
in a one room beach house
filled with only memories.

Now I live in a mansion
filled with torture of mind
and the walls speak
hold me prisoner for the rest of time.

(Authors note: My husband thinks my poem is too dark so i let him make his revisions as seen below.  My poem is a metaphor of the mind. Can’t speak to his.)

Sure, I would love to dream
all day and whittle time –away
then, life takes over
and I left spinning to take cover.

When I was young
I dreamed of spending time
in a one room beach house
filled with only memories.

Now I live in a mansion
and as life’s task take over
I cannot find time to play
with my treasures.

Poetry

7 Comments Leave a comment

  1. Yeah – you said what you said. Your husband said what he said. (You maybe needed to be dark. Maybe he was trying to save you.) (Maybe what you put was not that dark but an accurate description of where your thought processes are at the moment.)

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