Am I thinking?
Again?
Am I?
No, I'm just here.
Like I always was.
Like a limerick
Never written.
Like an apple
Never bitten.
Like a ghost
Never smitten.
And after every war
When I asked for more
After every hug
The hole I dug
To bury myself
After every cry
When I tried to die
Bricks and stone
Skull and bone
Left me here alone.
So
Do you ever think
I might be on the brink
Do you ever
See me as I am?
Even try to give a damn?
Do you?
And
Can you see me now?
Can you ask me how
I'm still here?
Will you fight yourself
Will you fight me
Will you
to be here too?
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11 comments:
Yes. Very nice.
It never ceases to amaze me how much time we spend focusing on the negative aspects of our surroundings (and ourselves).
After reading this, I ask if I can be myself, if I can stop fighting myself, if I can just be.
This is nice Inkblot! Like the lucidity of random thoughts knit so wonderfully together. :)
Hmm.
Some exceptional poetry
good post
A lot of questions ? unanswered
Intern, SG: thanks
mermaid: its never easy
blue athena: thank you. couldn't find your last post (which showed on bloglines) on your blog. loved it though- unusual yet we all know it.
the thoughts in this case weren't random though.
ajay: thanks. a lot of questions don't have answers. better they stay that way perhaps.
such dark depths you plumb
to reveal such sweet soul
bitter and unrelated and yet
somehow sinuously symbiotic
Enigmatic account of the thoughtflow! Gripping. Very. :)
Dont' fight... just let it flow. I like the rythem.
CJ: now why confuse my poor little head further...:D
PB: thank you again.:)
eating poetry: will take your advice. glad you liked it.
Is it the trodden road by default I wonder. Compelling and hellacious!
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