Fester Love?

Fester Love?

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

I have let a piece of glass

           fester

in my foot for the

                past three or four

so days.

     ignoring

                blatantly

all of the things I could do

           to fix it.

I am a glutton for punish-

ment

                i guess?

 be    cause

                i keep doing this

                   to myself.

the quick stomp of my

                                foot

      to    re

                mind

myself that yes

                I still have no

                    control over

                                 my

       life.

nothing has

    changed.

like I was expecting a

                                mir

      a  

         cle

 

or something.

 

 

 

Hello, My Name is

                Rachel.

    [it sure is]

i can not keep doing all of this.

                                [yes you can]

                i am not as sturdy

                as I’ve been fronting.

                    [you can lean on me]

     look into my

                                eyes, kay?

                  [seems i’ve been staring]

and tell me all of the lies

                      you see floating there.

       [i see nothing]

just face it, alright?

I am not worth it.

                [you’re worth it all]

© 2009 Rachel DeHart


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I am consistently impressed with your work. You have a very natural talent. It seems everything you feel is just automatically translated into poetry.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the flow and pattern.

You'll have to explain some of the meaning behind it to me soon.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 2, 2009

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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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