Though I know.

It's over already,
but still, I wait for my decision
though it's written in the unsaid,
a language of avoidance
and realisation
that change isn't forthcoming,
stuck in staccato,
I'm weary, shrink to nothing,
grey and flat lining
slipping into despair,
then, dream fantasies of a future,
without you.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-04-11 at 18:31

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This feels as though it has been written following a lot of soulsearching, or even soulrummaging, resolving in the weariness described. The contrast between 'staccato' and 'flat lining' is very effective. Applause from Coo & Co :>)

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quietly devastating. It's all in the unsaid.

As Elle said, "Brava."

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
That rang bells for me, the sense of loss and bewildering emotion, brava

Elle x