Estranged Poem by Jeanne Fiedler

These indolent days
I'm on down time
that is - my mood
when I try to get
something thorough,
but just can't keep
breathing
I break down to my bed
having done nothing...
It's painstaking
I feel so ineffectual
I don't even notice
my cat sometimes
when she looks up
at me with her
shining eyes...
needing some attention

I'm the typical recluse
I am a temporary respite
from reality
Unnoticed, I guess,
not in step - I've lost
I don't care
My dreams shattered
in the mirror in
front of me...

I try to be delicate
and balanced
but have a fight
to contend with -
that would be me
and right from wrong

I really do care, I guess...