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Locked out

Locked out

A Poem by LouBelle

A ghost must be walking this path of mine -

my bare, flat feet can’t feel it 


Under which grey cloud does our sun try to shine?

My shivering skin can’t sense it 


To where should I look for my oyster of this world?

My squinting eyes can’t see it.



The pages are falling from the story that

I only just started to write 


I locked myself out of the typewriter room

and the keys 

are on the inside

© 2020 LouBelle


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isolating from oneself...maybe from the muse itself...
the last two stanzas are wicked good.
the keys are on the inside and i just can't get to them...
i am locked away from myself...
sometimes we protect ourselves so strongly that instead of keeping danger out we imprison ourselves from the world.
j.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LouBelle

7 Months Ago

Thank you Jacob, I appreciate it a lot
Laura



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Your poem appears to be posted so near the beginning of the covid crisis, I don't read this as being THAT kind of literal isolation. This message felt to me like a palpable tapestry of life & how we struggle to make sense of what happens, but we feel locked out of any comprehension about why the world is the way it is & why people are the way they are (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


To write. We need reasons to write.
"A ghost must be walking this path of mine -
my bare, flat feet can’t feel it "
I liked and I understood the above lines. You are a amazing writer and thank you LouBelle for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LouBelle

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Coyote.
Laura.
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

You are welcome dear Laura.
isolating from oneself...maybe from the muse itself...
the last two stanzas are wicked good.
the keys are on the inside and i just can't get to them...
i am locked away from myself...
sometimes we protect ourselves so strongly that instead of keeping danger out we imprison ourselves from the world.
j.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LouBelle

7 Months Ago

Thank you Jacob, I appreciate it a lot
Laura

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Added on March 29, 2020
Last Updated on March 29, 2020
Tags: loss, self, identity, anxiety, depression

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LouBelle
LouBelle

United Kingdom



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