From 1996. In love with someone falling out of love with me.

Here it is again,
That old familiar burden
Coming ‘round to see me again;
Ah yes, I remember, the
Weight, the depression in the
Sheets, the luring scent of
Eucalyptus and sugar-pine, strong,
Sweet, bucolic qualities you
Know full well I cannot resist.
I enter and the sheets shift,
Allowing the scene I die to see—
Would sell my soul for, and
Have many times before.
The whisper in the air grazes
My cheek—only a flesh wound
This time;  The blood flows
From me:  salacious red life.
That’s it, you know so well—
This time; only this time.
You knew I would fall; you know
My weakest fissures, where
The weld is weak, where I
I come apart and lie in fragments
Amid the lint and lost buttons.
You caress—I struggle
For assemblage, for
Recovery, for life; the breath,
The whisper scatters me again—
Pandemonium; chaos; shut down.
The pact; the deed; the final


~Keep Walking


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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One Response to Redundency

  1. Jingle says:

    very creative poem!

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