Your words bear a heavy tread
what else need you say -
that you haven’t said.
Crushingly, my pillow fills with tears.
Who are you to brandish me
a torn flag who flutters in the wind
or a symbol burned upon the ground.
I may be lost, but no longer counting fears.
Carelessly you domineer
tethering me –
you tie my hands,
so I may never feel the truth - of you.
Dump me in the river – wash my years.
What fool I am to you
these outstretched arms
to catch your casting stones
my pockets may be full –
but no longer do I feel the weight of you.
I used to feel the water - but now, I stand atop the pier.
what else need you say -
that you haven’t said.
Crushingly, my pillow fills with tears.
Who are you to brandish me
a torn flag who flutters in the wind
or a symbol burned upon the ground.
I may be lost, but no longer counting fears.
Carelessly you domineer
tethering me –
you tie my hands,
so I may never feel the truth - of you.
Dump me in the river – wash my years.
What fool I am to you
these outstretched arms
to catch your casting stones
my pockets may be full –
but no longer do I feel the weight of you.
I used to feel the water - but now, I stand atop the pier.
Wow, who are you? This piece says so much...
ReplyDeleteHello Madame Fassett :-)
DeleteI loved your comment “Wow, who are you? This piece says so much...”
Yes indeed, who am I? Is that not a soul searching question?
I guess in the end the only answer I can give, is that I am “only me”. Unless, you’re looking for something more in-depth, in which case that would cost you a bottle of wine or two beers with a plate of nachos. Hope your well? Take care, David
I have no words for this!
ReplyDeleteMy dear Anna; having no words – is this a good or a bad thing, or just is?
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