Yard Sale of Thoughts

I Grow Pale As Sheets

Katie Frances Hartless

Shadow companion,
I view your mountainside
and I am no longer
institutionalized.

Days scrape by on walls
beside blood and feces,
sadistic scrawls;
art for a starved mind.

I grow pale as sheets,
unsafe for sunshine
my spine in pleats,
a fuller silhouette.

Time dissolves the will,
the distant hillside of myself
more pleasant than the pills,
though I may never reach it.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

Poetry inspired by the artwork of Andrew Wyeth. This one entitled, “Helga.”

5 responses to “I Grow Pale As Sheets”

  1. Jeff Flesch Avatar
    Jeff Flesch

    Wow…this is powerful. What I get is that in some ways we institutionalize ourselves by obeying the mind and it’s conditioning. Hmm. Will reflect upon this more. I enjoyed this much, K.

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    1. K.Hartless Avatar
      K.Hartless

      Thank you, Jeff. The immobility of depression, might be the worst kinda paralysis.

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  2. johnlmalone Avatar
    johnlmalone

    graphic and haunting; love the artwork —

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    1. K.Hartless Avatar
      K.Hartless

      Thank you,
      John. It was a painting that formed its own words.

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        johnlmalone

        it’s good when that happens 🙂

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