Poetry

The Left Frame Of Mind

Her feet slip from under her
She falls in the hole she dug for herself
without realising she had done so

She sits quietly at the bottom
It doesn’t occur to her to crawl back up
and so there’s no dirt under her nails

I reach the edge and look down
It’s a short way down and a long way up
so I throw down a rope for her

She’s slowly sinking into the mud
That her tears have slowly caused
now that she’s drifted out of her shock

She yells that she needs to get out
Screams that I’m blocking out her light
and to move away from her – now

Against better judgement I walk away
I attempt to forget the fact
that I’ve brought the rope back with me

She keeps on crying
Now she earns dirt under her nails
trying to find the rope that’s disappeared

Slowly she starts to understand
That in her left frame of mind
she pushed away her help

She watches the sun at the top of the hole
She’s thinking of the rope again
as the right frame of mind comes back into view

I come to her call
I throw down the razor instead of the rope
The left frame of mind became too strong for her

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