Jeanne Fiedler - Intention

I'm seeing strange things.
It's weird.
People have become
such enigmas
they used to be
transparent
no more...
Strange happenings
flow in and out
of my life.

It's scary,
I'm suspicious
a little,
cause I don't
know
where I am,
though I know
where I've been,
but where
is it
that I'm going to?
Never, never,
have I known
that...

I wish I could
estrange myself...
I don't want all
this responsibility.
The tragedy
the suffering,
I'm tired...
I smother myself
with thoughts and
worries,
I'm not really
aware of what
is really happening
to me...
Poems, music, art..
school...
Where is it going?
I'm broke,
I have no job,
my life
as a caretarker
where the
role reversal
self regulates me...

I'm in control, contained...

Though very uncomfortable...

Jeanne Fiedler

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