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January 2012 poem
Dark morning

It is finally winter here.
Snow covers the hemlocks,
Oak trees dark and almost bare.
My hands are rough and chapped,
skin itchy, hair erratic and wild.
I have been losing things, forgetting,
I crash into the door and cut my face,
I cannot clear my thoughts.

I crave sweets, hot drinks.
I get angry a lot.
I lie awake in the dark.
Music makes me cry.

It has only been two months -
Yes (since you asked)
I do miss my mother.

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Thank you, kilsoquah! I just posted another poem - let me know what you think. I write very slowly, but it's good to hear back from readers...

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