A poetic journey through my mind

My Alice

Frantic and flailing, panicked and pained,
she moves through her day like a whirlwind in chains,
Her body is fragile, and so is her heart,
her eyes burn in her face as they scamper and dart,
Her mind searches, desperate, for something she’s lost,
letting the ones she has left pay the cost.
Constant apologies fall from her lips,
as she races, and runs, and falters and trips,
One day she’ll fall where there’s nowhere to land,
and I’ll lose yet another, a thought I can’t stand,
But for now I’ll stay constant, and help where I must,
and try not to watch as she crumbles to dust.

3 responses

  1. fabulous poem. hope that day of falling will never come.

    July 5, 2012 at 7:21 am

  2. Poor poor Alice we all wished her well. We asked if we could help her what her troubles were she would not tell. Poor Alice we wished her well but none of us could help as she descended into hell!

    July 5, 2012 at 4:06 pm

  3. WONDERFUL ! NO FALLING THOUGH 😉

    July 5, 2012 at 9:09 pm

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