Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Cheryl Corocan
Poem
EDGE
The house is full of shadows now,
People are here and then their gone.
They are the memories that refuse to leave,
To leave this place, go where they're from.
It is impossible, for this where they belong.
They only serve to haunt my mind,
The strength to resist, can no-longer find.
Engulfing me more each day,
Why did my life have to end this way.
I'm now amongst them, caught in their web,
I have retreated,
Now we are all trapped in my head.