I tried to show you my world
by Philippa Lane
As might a child its secret hiding place,
But you chose to close the door
On it & nailed the entrance tighter.
The hammer hammered on
And sent me mad.
I tried to understand the sense
Of wheels and steel designs,
But the tripping In and out of worlds
Caused too much pain
& bred an anemic state of mind
So finally I settled in my nest
Of words and dreams
& climbed alone
the hills of discontent.
You live in one world, I another,
Knowing separate ecstasies,
But the middle world where we exist
Is but a dormitory in which to rest,
A place to keep the children neatly dressed,
To pretend at being sane.
Nudging shoulders here
Like strangers in a crowded room,
I watch myself corrode & fall apart from me,
Choking from this cancer