Crippled brain
Chemicals darting
Blind ants
Devil’s deed
Black moon
Frightened stars
Weary heart
Decomposing soul
Fuck the world!
Colorado mountains
Jagged peaks
Crumbled stones
Untied boots
Exhausted limbs
Another embryo
Cushioned in the womb
Shattered if carried
With bipolar arms
Lullabies sung
Gale March winds
Etched crevices
Parched skin
Nonna’s wardens
Narrowing eyes
Raised brats
All her own
She’s shrinking to
Infancy
Born alone
Final curtain
Burnt flesh
Before day break
Yearning to die
What purpose have I?
Walk with me Jesus
The time is nigh!
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Donna Krause lives in a suburb of Philadelphia with her pipe-smoking boyfriend and her cat, Onyx. She has a BA in sociology from Gwynned Mercy College and three children. Donna writes from the heart and about what she lives; she is an advocate for mental illness, having had bipolar disorder since age 21. Donna has worked as a therapist and is an active participant in a weekly writing group. Her publishing credits include Transcendent Visions and Idea Gems.
Please also see Donna’s related Poem on the loss of a child, Mariel’s Flight.
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