unfinished
business sets my teeth on edge
makes
me dysfunctional like you wouldn't believe.
makes
me numb even dead.
the
confrontations the anger the anger the speed
these
are the stuff of my dreams
when
conversation flows to and fro
and I
want to hide but have nowhere to go
that's
when I am most alive.
these
loose ends need definite trimming
chopping
hacking killing
this
bastard heart promiscuous in its will
will
stay still even
if i have to hack it up
i will.
one
conversation one letter one text
one
post one blog one note and all the rest
loose
ends unfinished business and these matters unsaid
when
I am done with you
the past will truly be dead.
the past will truly be dead.
4 comments:
After such a long time, I have almost stopped seeing your blog because you dont quite add stuff. But when you do , it is always enjoyable.
"Once and for all"- works for a lot of things :)
Hello Priya
i don't add new work, you're right. It's an impulse thing, more than a disciplined thing.( Poets and discipline aren't a good fit, if you ask me:)) Thanks for visiting!
Glad the poem works on many levels!
You spoke my mind in this poem ;) wahhhh
Ah,i am glad! i don't like loose strings at all. It's nice to have closure, one way or the other.
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