Two thumb toes curled, eight subalterns squished
retreat in shoes too tight, rules too rigid.
Brain we mangle, stunt all words
to grape in odd clusters ’round harboured thoughts.
Don’t frighten the horses!
Heart stripped to stumps and cords,
lumpen mass, still beating,
confined to a love no longer felt,
a marriage of minds no longer true.
findingtimetowrite 
Rather gloomy this is, my dear friend ~ how can we cheer you up? ~ smiles 😉
I always err on the side of gloom in poetry. Not so much anywhere else.
Marina Sofia – Such a stark description of feeling trapped and even imprisoned…
This came to me after a day spent running about in high heels!
Great analogies.
An extraordinary final stanza here, Marina.
Thanks – I really appreciate praise when it comes from you, because I know you never say it just to be polite.
A lovely compliment, thank you Marina. I believe in genuine comments.
But must also say that sometimes I can do no more than ‘like’ posts [and sometimes not even that] due to outside factors filling my days, so just because I don’t comment doesn’t mean I don’t like it, just that my time is being used up elsewhere 🙂