Poetry

Caught (#853)

There she sits deep in emotional thought,
Inside her mind, she’s snared and caught,
Almost haunted by an idea or some strange feeling,
I notice she’s scratching at the walls and ceiling,
I’m there to support her as best as I humanly can,
Even if that’s jumping out of the fire and into the pan,
Sometimes it’s frustrating and others it’s almost funny,
But it’s sad there’s so much vinegar in all that honey,
Quite undeniably I do love my lady fair to death,
I wouldn’t hesitate to protect her with my dying breath,
With this, I cannot assist no matter how I try,
All I can do is just hold her when she needs to cry,
Inside her mind, she’s snared and caught,
There she sits deep in emotional thought,

Any Thoughts?

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