Thursday, 31 January 2013

Her Life Sentence

Numbed,
as wooden as a puppet,
she yearns for something to make sense.

Teardrops gathering
on her lower eyelid,
waiting to fall.

The disappointment,
burns her eyes, her brain.
Hot blood rages through her veins,
she wants to thump her fists
against his chest,
his face.

Pained memories,
like rough charcoal- sketches
in her soul,

wrongly remembered.

© Amy Barry

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Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. She has worked in the media industry as a Public Relations officer. Her poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and e-zines, in Ireland and abroad. Trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris, Berlin, have all inspired her work. She lives in Athlone, Ireland.

6 comments:

  1. Many thanks Buttercup!

    Appreciate the visit!

    XAmy

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  2. An emotive write, Amy. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Hi Eamon C,

    Thank you for the read/comments.

    Cheers!

    XAmy

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  4. Many thanks Bernadette!


    Cheers!!
    Amy

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