That Girl

An experimental poem in which I have followed a recursive style that you will get to know as you read the poem.

Days pass by quickly

Nights are quicker still

Memories coming back afresh

Making the consciousness whirl

And swirl sending me into a tizzy

Dizzy with alcohol and drugs

And the lingering memories of that girl

Who stayed on for a fleeting moment

A moment that became an eternity

An eternity that swallowed me whole

Only a part of me remains

That exhorts me back to life

A burning life hauled over the burning coals

Searching everywhere for some sanity

Or a semblance thereof or a cure

A cure for my bleeding heart

An anodyne for my vanity

Reviews

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. this piece of poetry is beautifully written ... i like the last line a lot (in particular) ... "anodyne" is one of my favourite words ...