I am my own undoing.
A constant unravelling in myself,
too long to wind up again.
Too many threadbare holes,
revealing my dead heart,
letting the black spill out into you.
Gather up these fibres,
knit the ends if you can.
Cauterize me.
some excellent stuff in this, Kath...
I particularly like 'A constant unravelling in myself / too long to wind up again' but for me the piece is perfectly pitched and made me wish i'd wrote it.
surprised you've never been seriously tempted to perform when you have stuff like this.
hope you are good otherwise.. i'm hoping to get my first new piece up soon for ages and have a few to follow straight after xx
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Shirley Smothers
Sat 6th Aug 2011 16:28
I like this poem. I like the fact that you are not blaming other for your problems.
I have often fallen into this pattern of behavior.
But with my poems it helps me to realize that most of my problems are caused and can be cured by myself.
Your poems are very good.
Shirley