John Locke Spins in His Grave

Choice and rationality, two words which haven't
Any meaning, are not what have brought us here.
What has defies all explanation. Why would I,
Your grandpa's age, find myself drawn, like
Filings to a magnet, to someone like you, a
Woman, barely, all but silent, driven to her
Breaking point to become what she'd
Rather not? Why would you, so disciplined,
Enjoy a reckless man, like me? And why,
When I can only hurt you, why, when you
Must not, and never will, accept my love
Do you still want me near to say it's there?
We're lovers who remain apart, condemned,
Rewarded, I don't know, by forces which
Quite clearly counter terms like rationality
And choice.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-13 at 01:41

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