Jennifer Sol Poems

Our conversations now are like pictures hung askew
We are balancing on a tight-rope of meaningless words
One slip and we’re gone, falling into the truth
That we so desperately want to avoid
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Look there! It is the sun
Spreading her rays of warmth
Embracing us all with morning
Peeking out from behind the hill
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Insistent ramblings on white paper
Words, they do confuse me now
Glaring sharply back at me
Daring me to stop, to forget it all
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Foolish I was to even think
That a week away would strengthen me
All it did was make me weaker
The farther away from you I am
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A knife is nestled in his hand
Poised and ready
A perfectly calm exterior
A raging battle inside
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I can see it now, a sinewy spider
Crawling out of your mouth
Spinning a web of lies unseen
To everyone but me
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Her frail arms are twigs reaching out to me
Begging for help, her face is sunken and skeletal
This disease is slowly eating her from the inside
Weakly she clutches the counter, trying to stay upright
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Were you expecting a reward?
Did you honestly think…
That what you did was acceptable?
Perhaps you had a thank you in mind?
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Her fingers stretch out long and skeletal
Reaching for him and gasping for breath
An unsteady rise and fall of her chest
Her heart beat, erratic and nervous
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You say you’re a gentleman
But I know, oh I know
Impoliteness is where you stray
Favoritism is your plague
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