Still

Do you think I'm distracted, not thinking of you,
That the terrors and tedium of this existence
As Mr. Rapunzel, trapped high in a tower,
Tethered to monitors, tubes in his veins,
Have led me to lose track of what you once
Were: the woman I loved, the delicate
Beauty, source of my happiness so long ago?
Well, I'm not and I am, and one day you'll
Discover I've braided my bed sheets to come
After you. I suppose that I'll soon see that
All is the same, and you'll simply ignore me,
And I'll feel this heart, which this hospital's
Gone to such trouble to fix, falter again, and I'll
Stagger away after proving I still think of you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-27 at 19:29

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