7pm

I am
trying to
figure out
what you want—
but you have come as quite a shock,
I don't know why you're
here and so I
think
perhaps
you should go now—
you are not what I want.

You scare me,
you see;
there is an unsettling
inside me that I
do not dare
ignore
much
longer—
and I do not
know why
but
fear
is fear.

Where is the
soft-spoken half,
without your
rough
edges and
blank
face and
deaf
tongue,
who I will see and
watch approaching
my nerves calm,
and head clear?



Poetry by clarity
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Written on 2011-01-12 at 05:22

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Very clear indeed...
I like how you have kept the lines short to lead us quickly
through this...well worth reading.
2011-01-12


countryfog
Intriguing . . . both the poem and the serial concept. With each hour comes a bit more revelation, and more to come hopefully.
2011-01-12