Maid

To escape,
I must wait.

Wiping grime,
Singing
In time.

Scrubbing floors-
I'm the
Queen
Of household chores.

Phone dings away,
Friends complain
Each day.

The bottle
Creeps up,
Filling
Drip
By
Drip,
With
Awful sticky stuff.

Twisting,
Murky hazes
Are misting,
Whispering;
"You let her down, your success
Is on the ground."

Failure,
Misconception,
Idiocy,
Misery.

I am once again,
The Maid
Who is made up
Of
Hurt,
No worth,
Mistakes,
Guilt takes,
Stress
And mess.

I've no time
To make happy
Ryhmes
With my friends.
Our closeness
Descends
And I hope,
It won't end.

I am
The Maid,
And I'm digging
My own grave.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

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[Peacegal]

Wow, your words were so honest in this , I felt it.

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

I'm glad I decided to read this one. Its very nice. The shortness of the lines really helped to convey an essence of breathless, tiresome hopelessness. Really good work here. Keep it up.

[Sami Khalil]

A very well written and conveyed poem. Glad I visited...:)....

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem. Cleaning is a never ending battle. Especially when three grandchildren and kids are living home with me. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Warren Daniel II]

A very nice poem I enjoyed the alignment and the rhyme scheme of the poem, a very good read. Thanks for sharing.

[MsJewel]

To be made up of hurt and no worth, mistakes and guilt is like digging your own grave if you believe it...It takes faith and inner strength to rise above this pain.
The pain and sadness in your words is heartfelt.
:) julie

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