Thursday, 29 September 2011

The Ice of Isolation

Arms folded 
as if cold 
shoulders hunched 
in the shape of the old
veins fizzle with worry 
brain shrinks 
with the fear 
of not being liked 
heart pounds for approval
eyes down cast on the floor 
for anxiety of looking up 
and seeing the other pairs
silently talking 
the smiles bonding 
and I'm stuck 
on the other side  
with cold veins 
and a worrying brain. 

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