Where I Lived

I dread surfacing up into conscious thought,

Each morning that I wake up trapped and caught.

The panic that fills me; the cue that it is time;

The crude, unwarranted, murderous rhyme;

The damn fiends and ogres who feed on my smiles–

Dining and stockpiling; energized by my trials.

Searching for a connect weak enough to walk across,

To find out that my equal just equals a great loss.

Their bags are soon empty, the voids will need filled,

There, screams crawl the walls, in the pit where I live.

-Jeanne Sparks-Carreker
   January, 2007

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