Hard Pressed on All Sides

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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