pigeonhole

pigeonhole

A Poem by Tricia O'Brien

A tailspin of unanswered questions

The torture of not knowing

The indirect responses that kill

Countless days wasted and forever gone

Insides torn apart that’ll never fit properly again

Eyes frozen in sadness

Tears that can’t even fall anymore

A bludgeoned heart with a fading pulse

Abuse made acceptable

Silence that overpowers the noise

Trapped in past failures

Reminded repeatedly of mistakes made

Disabling ones foundation and stunting one from growth

A direct result from allowing other peoples darkness overtake your inner light

© 2015 Tricia O'Brien


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Great write tricia.. a direct peice again from you, this is a refreshing style that you use. the last line again was the clincher! good work!
Disabling ones foundation and stunting one from growth
A direct result from allowing other peoples darkness overtake your inner light
cheers :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tricia O'Brien

9 Years Ago

So stoked you dig this piece! Thank you for the time and your review/feedback! You rock!!!



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Great write tricia.. a direct peice again from you, this is a refreshing style that you use. the last line again was the clincher! good work!
Disabling ones foundation and stunting one from growth
A direct result from allowing other peoples darkness overtake your inner light
cheers :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tricia O'Brien

9 Years Ago

So stoked you dig this piece! Thank you for the time and your review/feedback! You rock!!!

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Tricia O'Brien
Tricia O'Brien

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A Poem by Tricia O'Brien