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 Jul 2018 Nicole Feekes
AJ
The Visit
 Jul 2018 Nicole Feekes
AJ
The windows whispered
They told me about you
They looked quite dusty
And quite unhinged too

The bed invited me
To rest my tiredness away
Warm blankets, soft pillows
I think I must stay

Picture frames smiled
The closet waved
Did you keep memories
Inside of your sad safe?

A look in the mirror
Made the mirror cry
It’s been too long
Since they’ve seen my eyes

The vases were empty
The flowers are dead
How long has it been
When I visited the shed?

I walked to the shed
With dismay in my arms
I know I sound crazy
But I suddenly feel warm

Paintings of myself
Hung on the walls
They looked at me
Were they made last fall?

I walked towards the garden
Where the people are standing
I stood right beside you,
But you’re inside a glass coffin.
Who’s praying for me
Because I step out of bed
Into water that’s ankle deep
And as I look around
I’m still stuck at sea

Who’s praying for me
Because there’s this emptiness
In the pit of my stomach
And I feel it only getting deeper
And constantly expanding

Who’s praying for me
Because I constantly thirst for love
Like someone who stranded in the desert
And haven’t seen water for days
But I don’t know which is more deadly
The thirst
Or the deficiency

Who is praying for me
If you are
Please stop
They’re not helping
 Jul 2018 Nicole Feekes
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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