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Unwinable
At the end of the line, I
don't want a big moment,
or a huge to do.
I'd like
to maybe just sigh.
Yeah,
Maybe just sigh.
I don't know, indeed,
what this whole affair
must have been like for you;
as for me it feels
like I've been pressed
under the heaviest rock.
No, I don't expect you to get it,
and I don't expect
you to understand.
Not for a lack
of ability or insight,
but because you can't walk
the steps I have to take.
I can't cry for you.
I want to.
I want to weep and wail and call your name.
But if I mourn
I'll be taken out back,
and shot again,
like the dog the world calls me.
So yes, I fume.
I hold back these worthless tears
that don't mean a thing to you,
and are considered an act of war
to everyone else I love.
I hold them back
and I choke on them,
or,
at least I wish I'd choke.
Sex bores me,
it whores me,
and I bet you think
I wanted any of this.
As if my grand scheme
was to fuck everybody up,
and leave myself and you
just a quivering mess.
I've no idea about tomorrow.
You told me your disappointment
in that you never saw me get upset,
nor angry,
nor hurt.
Well, today I can tell you
my heart breaks, hard.
And who else do I get to say that to?
Because once again
it's more of the same,
and if I cry
I'm declaring
yet another unwinable war.
Comments
Esker
Tue, 2015-03-24 10:04
Clarity
I understood this one...
as a poem it rolls well
easy to read
and defines to the reader
and narrator the story
or scene
as I struggle in my works
to get an emotive voice
that is still catching to
and relatable to the
audience
something between
a yell and a mumble
where I am caught
often in communication
relationships are
great writing fodder
I like this poem
its deep and intense
and it surfaces
and its soft
like standing about
smoking a cigarette
(My metaphor and
what I do with chums
of late)
describing the pain
the emotion of this
As a poem the insight
into emotion as a signal
which it truly is is
an admirable glean
Intimacy
and charity of heart
the shielded
wounded haunted
and callous heart
Your poem is relatable
to me today....Its spring
and I have my long
history with many muses
I should be more
flexible and show
more
feel and give
then gaurd
charity...
Thank You!
themoonman
Wed, 2015-03-25 05:09
Hi Mark,
Sometimes the only form of release is to
write it down, thanks for sharing that moment
with us. Passion released and offered humbly.
raj
Wed, 2015-03-25 14:49
Hi Mark
I agree with the thoughts of Moonman in totality....i could sense the intensity and remorse while reading through this...
Regards,
raj (sublime_ocean)