Dark Poetry #3 |
Consequence of Rumination |
Furie Junior Member
since 2002-06-17
Posts 39Myriad of Unkown Places |
A swift tornado passed over me Left me disheveled and disoriented. I should be shocked, but I am not, Having seen it coming. I had long suspected, But knowing you now as I do, Those remarks come clearer. A care package? Yes, for certain, Had I not got lost in the day. And you tell me the sign of the cross Will not keep me safe. And you know, tape might help more, For every time I open my mouth I reveal what I wish no one to see And give away a piece of me. I wondered how you knew my feelings Of displacement and inconsequence; And now I know. And know that you must laugh at me, Shrinking in my shoes. But not for long; I must retain My equilibrium. I could open myself to you As you would wish for me to do, And though the veils have lifted The walls of time remain. I understand your wish to Sift beneath my brain, But trust does not come easily When apprehensions remain. You will have to tear them down, Brick by stone by wire, But accomplish this without Seeming to do so, With persistence and gentle Consistency; word your questions Carefully. |
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