I don't understand
How it is that
I can vacillate
Between
Spewing venom through spoken word
And feel my heart melting
Progressively
From song to song on
My 'Random' playlist.
I don't understand how
I can push away on one hand
And pine, on the other
For the same thing.
I don't understand
What this vacillation does to me
Or to the sole listener.
And sometimes I worry
I never will.
4 comments:
Glad you are back, though I don't know if your being back is necessarily a good thing.
I think youv'e captured a lot in very little. Lovely.
K.
Never before has the comment on my attempts at poetry been less subtle. Thank you, kanishk.
:P
haha!
K
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