Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Stop the World


Lost in my soul,
locked far away,
is the little girl I once was.
What happened?
Where did she go?
Long flowing hair,
sparkling blue eyes,
wide glorious smile;
all have been replaced
with gloomy reflections of a tired shadow.
Everything to live for,
on the outside, the perfect life;
on the inside, war torn damage.
Stop the world,
let me get off,
I don't want this any more.
cut to the quick,
drowning in unnamed fear.


Jeanie said...

Bobbi, your poems always go to the deepest part of my soul. This one is no exception.

Dan Felstead said...

Bobbi...Yes your poem drives a stake through the heart. I have seen so many married couples that are like the person in your poem...Seem like the perfect couple then out of the blue they get a divorce and we find out that their lives had been a living hell..but not so on the outside.