Entry #3 - Poem

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Heavy silence, the door creaks shut
What’s going on?
Whiskers irritate reddened skin
unspoken words blanket the air like wool

What’s going on?
Mishaps and mayhem
unspoken words blanket the air like weighty wool
I’m so tired

Mishaps and mayhem
Kindle sparks, tick; jump-
I’m so tired
This must carry on

Kindle sparks, tick; jump-
How could I know any different?
This must carry on
Purple smudges fading yellow

How could I know any different?
Soft eyes linger, look away
Purple smudges fading yellow
inside the porcelain life

Soft eyes linger, look away
No one can see
inside the porcelain room
seeping and crushed

No one can see
Dreams of spring air, new beginnings
seeping and crushed
behind, wastelands

Dreaming of spring air, new beginnings
Scratchy whiskers irritate reddened skin
behind, wastelands
Heavy silence, the door creaks shut

© MH
written in the style of Pantoum