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 :>)
2016-06-03


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

As Elle said, "Brava."
2016-04-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.
2016-04-11


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


Elle x
2016-04-11