strings latch my limbs,
tying me in knots,
making what I am not
all that matters
sentences you say,
can not change a thing,
can not make the truth
all that matters
dizzy lost time,
tugs the course of my life
till what I want to deny is
all that matters
and all that matters is....
my hands are tied
NOTE- this poem is inspired by a post at Poetry Thursday. This is my first time responding to one of their prompts so I hope it was done in the way the poster intended.
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6 comments:
beautiful... the poem ties into itself....a knot of denials ....
Sharply painful! Clever! :-)
Good imagery. Keep trying to respond to prompts like they provided--It's neat to see what results spring from writers' minds!
~Saoirse
I am here from Poetry Thursday- and this was excellent.
"till what I want to deny is
all that matters..."
Such an overwhelming feeling this is...
I enjoyed reading this andit fits the Poetry Thursday prompt very well!
The sentiment of helplessness is so palpable here; the point is well driven. A compact piece. ^_^ Cheers.
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