There She Stood

There She Stood short poem

There she stood
wrapped in her own misery
in a reluctant recluse
trying to hide the tears
that swelled every now and then
trying to shove away the world
that crept into her regular sobs
she knew life
as it had been meant for her
she knew life
as she had been living it
now, on the verge of breakdown
no hope flashed in front of her
all re-collections of the past
were coming through like a collage
and there she stood
perched on top of a high rise
ready to jump

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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@zyborg we cannot help but feel for those with suicidal tendencies, begrudging life, or the lack of “life” in
their existence. For if misery is all there is in living, then Death might hold a lesser sting, they would opine.
As we could not, in all propriety, concur to such an outlook, allow us instead to comment on your Line 3,
to remind that “a reluctant recluse” is a person, and “in” may as well be changed to “as” for your intended
syntax. Good luck for your next poem.

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