Jane Russell


Prisoner In My Own Mind - Poem by Jane Russell

My head is whirling.
Planning, scheming.
To formulate a strategy.
With ways to get even.

Even.
What exactly is even?
Not possible,
To achieve.

A war to be fought.
A battle to be won.
It’s always present.
Never ending.

Fleeting moments,
Of joy and peace,
Are rare.
No room.

People shy away from me.
They sense the turmoil,
Within me.

They choose to stay away.
They have their own.


Comments about Prisoner In My Own Mind by Jane Russell

  • jack russell (12/30/2006 10:06:00 AM)

    Lovely poem, Jane :) Revenge is a waste of energy and breath...best to just rise above it...and see the turmoil ease.
    Good to meet another 'namesake'
    Best wishes :)
    jack.
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  • Colin J...Colin J... (12/30/2006 7:20:00 AM)

    Liked both poems, jane
    Very moving...
    All the Best...
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  • Sandra Osborne (12/30/2006 6:54:00 AM)

    Another good write. I can see your talent, and I love the twists and turns of your words. Keep writing. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, December 17, 2010


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