Hard Pressed on All Sides

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Hard pressed on all sides
Flattened like paper
Walls closing in
Nowhere to go
Can’t turn
Stand
Be
Hard pressed on all sides
That was me

That day… I lie
THOSE days
Knocking on doors
That would not open
Can’t think
Hear
See
Hard pressed on all sides
That was me

O, I hate that day… I lie
THOSE days…
When I felt
Hard pressed on all sides
But they come sometimes
And sometimes they are me

Copyright November 2nd 2014
Jeannie Shaw Poetry

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