can't stop


so many


so many why nots fill the coming
with so much the rest of it
that it makes no difference if the sky
folds into neat piles of transparency
or if the what comes after
holds whatever key to unlock
the final entrance in flames
sealed and forgotten
in morrow mire's mold
told you so

between you and me
you can see the short of it
the handle on the bar
the told you so
when night finds you dark
scorched with matches
undone misfired worn out
frail and ridiculous
we are the Undones going
into final farewell in advance




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-17 at 00:06

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This is quite sad. It must have come at the end of the day when spirits are low. It is however very well presented and flows as a very good read :)
2015-05-18



Somehow I can relate to that last paragraph because I never stop trying and dreaming and going on and on and that seems to be what I get from that. Perhaps people need to stop at some time, to accept and to know when enough is enough. This poem speaks to my mood today. Always your images are so clear, even when I have no idea what they mean. Beautiful words, still dark ...
Ashe
2015-05-17