I can't seem to focus.
I can't meet your expectations.
I find myself staring into light trying to burn away your disappointed face.
I'll never understand your ability to attack strangers for such insignificant actions.
I'm left forcefully sinking into orangey incandescence seeking escape through a childs dream.
A place built of memories to sit and hide while you ruin all that you touch.
Unfortunately your face and sound will forever swirl around the inside of my head even though I will never see you again.
This is expected.
Those memories become harder to reach as time goes by and blindness may be all that replaces satisfaction.
There's no place left to run and hide.
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Really like the first 3 sentences and last 2! Most poetry journals & e-zines like brevity, and so do I. Hope you'll study those and submit your work to traditional poetry publishers. You'll find links to lists of some good ones on the Poetry Markets page of The Poetry Editor website - http://www.thepoetryeditor.com . Best regards - Mary
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