So Real

Sometimes these wavering vocals find their trembling way to my rotting heartstrings, and the movement, it just does me in.  I can't disguise these tissues swollen with patient disappointment as something glad, and no one's going to prescribe any remedies.  Usually, I hear, rest and ice will fix anything, and I'm trying to come up with ways to rest what's keeping me alive (in every goddamn sense of the word).  There's only so much sadness organs are meant to bear, but it inflames a little more every time I think about it, and I'm not sure where the good hurt and bad hurt are blending anymore.  I'm not sure which arteries are still attached or which chambers haven't fallen in.  I'm not sure of much, but I know my ribs haven't been protecting anything for a long time, and I know I need this.  I may not be sure, but I'm not doubting anything.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chirinos20]

A short poem but beautiful at that. Amazing job! thanks for sharing!!

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

You amaze me each time and again ... you touch me so deep , with your words and imagination ... simple words but so much behind ....

I'm not sure of much, but I know my ribs haven't been protecting anything for a long time, and I know I need this. I may not be sure, but I'm not doubting anything.

That's so beautiful , gentle say of how you feel, uncertain within your own skin , you just don't know anything anymore, all you know is that you don't feel how you wanted to feel .... Thank you for sharing , Yossi