You ask,
“How do I undo
all the things I’ve done
or not done,
over your lifetime;
and if I’ve done
so much harm,
to you
and those you love,
why are you
still here
when could walk away
from my feebleness.”
And all I can say,
for anything other words
would simply
invite debate,
is that I have
an obligation,
not to you,
but to myself.
Undoing Things Not Done
This is a wide-open philosphical convexed reality. The mind blinks, sorts, lays out the pieces, concaves until clarity tries to happen: Do the undone which temporally is undoable. Enjoyed. Encore. - Stella
:-D
Thank you, Dear Lady A! I’m in a hard spot, and this one was hard to write; but writing is better than venting on them & saying “fuck you, kiss my ass, I’m done.” (Hopefully, I captured the sentiment in the poem ;-) Besides, duty reign. I may not have to like it, but I need to act like I do & getit done.
Friend Loss
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Words can do harm
like damaging lies
or being betrayed,
used, dissed, at
the verbal
abused end.
.
Words are a release
(see me summer/Fall
2020). I staged a
coup d'etat and took
my mind back. Too
many interlopers.
.
Keep your calm, state
the case, move on.
Evictions are easy
and they seal the
point like crazy glue.
Wish for peace
then make it.
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~S~
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