Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Joanna Boring writes

A lost mind

Her age it bothered her greatly
as each wrinkle crossed her face
she sighed with desperation
as her good looks go without a trace

She remembered way back
When she was bullied for her charm
sweet and innocent
she was in the way of harm

No one would listen
she spent many day in a rush
as they pulled her hair
and dragged her onto her tush

They never thought of the pain
that they each inflicted on her
as the days wore on so tirelessly
her mind stayed in the blur

1 comment:

  1. Joanna writes of the trauma of her youth (although, of course, we should not automatically infer that it is autobiographical). Note the psychological acuity of beginning in the first person and then, in recalling the troubled past, changing to third person, as though the pain were inflicted on someone else.


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