Joyce Chelmo

Untitled - Poem by Joyce Chelmo

Crumpled parchment
between my fingers
in piles of unsaved data.
Squished like cockroaches,
& every one hurts,
cut deep gashes.
Today there are no words
to describe how I feel,
sitting in the color gray.
Frozen in place,
wrapping silence
around me
like a security blanket.
If you touch me
I’ll suffer,
& scream
because feeling
hurts too much.

Comments about Untitled by Joyce Chelmo

  • (5/3/2006 11:21:00 AM)

    Aww, but Joyce, you described it very well, or at least the best you could. You're a great lyricist. (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Dorn (4/27/2006 9:53:00 AM)

    Wow, Joyce, excellent poem! The anguish kept building and building... profound ending.
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  • (4/27/2006 8:49:00 AM)

    You've described that misery all too well, Joyce - this poem fairly screams. Peace to you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 27, 2006

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