adept at stifling sonic booms
to make sure
I break down;
I never do break through.
don't call it constant drama
no, you never knew-
you never knew me at all.
sabotage my own
grandiose fantasies.
take a knife to
stab away reality.
cut you with the bitter blades of what
I'll never be.
you never knew,
you never knew me-
at all.
Trip over this news,
fall down the stairs.
Didn't catch a clue
till you were in midair.
Thought you knew the truth
but what you knew
was never really there.
You never knew. You never knew
me
at all.
4 comments:
Excellent. I love 'take a knife to stab away reality' and 'cut you with the bitter blades of what I'll never be.'
beautiful, brilliant. i love the imagery and how it seems answer in the negative the question of knowing. and to me its typography does seem like a flight of stairs in parts crumbled in parts stained...
its beautiful..
sara, thank you for stopping by.. i am busy failing exams these days.
let me see that one on the mudslide now.
"constant drama" Well if that doesn't just cut reality down to two words I don't know what does. This poem was awesome. Everyline was gripping and I had to re-read several times.
i like the lyrical quality to this and the depth of imagery, vividly raw and lingering the voice used. wonderful
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