A Decision's Unmaking

Your rhythm plays the door

Mercy offered in the dark

To a tune taken to heart

I collect myself

But the pieces warped in the overwhelm

No whole to show for

The door continues

Chaos, the company I keep,

Grips my soaking throat

Poised to speak for me

A pause indefinite
Stirs omnidirectional panic

As truth hits like a final blow

In action's absence

I grow only more alone

I need you and your well-being

Splitting my reach between

Unsubmitted definitions

Is it love to let you in

Or is it love for loaded weight

To go astray in baggage claim

Author's Note

All feedback welcome.

Reviews

[Crowley]

"your rhythm plays the door" what a great line. It conjures up so many thoughts, sometimes I feel like I can play the door that way, sometimes sincerely and sometimes just to try and keep up appearances. I feel the anxiety in this, words that lend to second guessing. The last lines are solid as well bringing the wonder as to if the reality is with the price of admission. Wonderful piece!

[schlanks]

Thank you so much for sharing! Always a relief to see my words provoking some thought.

[nadia dmitri]

Wow this is so loaded and beautiful. I especially love the line "Chaos, the company I keep" because it can mean so so many different things. The final three lines are a hard-hitting and mature way to end the piece, wonderful job :))

[schlanks]

Thank you so much :)

[living lavender]

this was a very heavy piece. the emotional battle within.
my favorite lines:
"Chaos, the company I keep,
Grips my soaking throat"
{felt those two lines on a whole other level.}

[schlanks]

Thank you Lav! I'm glad you could feel the weight.