Talking to my SelfA Poem by Rebecca
Moments days ideas and notions running each into the other,
I wonder sometimes at this particular madness that is my state of mind.
Obsessing and dismissing, detailing and vaguely scanning
the limitless horizon for an ending to all this crud, crap (bullshit is what it is)
with my own thoughts running over themselves
until there is nothing left of the original thought
but a decaying piece of gray matter
sticking steadfastly to the inside of my head.
You understand, there is really no understanding this terrible stain -
this unutterable sadness,
having no beginning no end.
Human perhaps, these sentimental - hormonal perceptions of unreality.
I’ve thought this through truly and honestly but
isn’t that what we all say when we aren’t being completely truthful not honest?
See but I’m trying to be upfront, in your face,
bluntly rolled between your fingers and somehow it all gets away from me,
the years the faint memories of hours and minutes
being covered by another day
(another blissfully painful moment).
I’ve got to wonder if there is a point to this?
Realizing that the inquiry is the end and means.
“Seek and ye shall find” a cliché upon another,
burying little truths which lay clinging stubbornly in the recesses
Where, finally, I’ve found you
in the second handed notion of truth.
© 2009 Rebecca |
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Added on June 20, 2009 AuthorRebeccaLebanon, PAAboutThere's very little to tell about myself - primarily, poetry is what I write for myself though I do occassionally write rants (essays) and short stories. I have a great love of metaphors and layering.. more..Writing
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