Torn rewrite 28Aug24

How slyly your mind's

designs take shape,

crafting wicked tales that scrape

at reason's edge. What keeps

you close as we sever ties?

 

 

Slip away,

fade into the gray.

Cling to memories,

it's time to break

and be.

 

 

This dissonance

familiar—I've worn its

shadowed range. Past actions

echo, spectres of paths

not taken.

 

 

Once, my chest

ached and burned, while my

thoughts swirled in chaos.

The struggle churns within,

trust shattered, fragile, torn.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

So tired, I will revise later on. It is a rewrite of an event many, many moons ago. 

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patriciajj's picture

Your stunning agility in this

Your stunning agility in this introspection seems polished and delightful enough, but, of course, it's yours to tweak and revise as you will.

 

Amazing work, clever wordcrafter.

 
cynosure's picture

I thank you.

My sincerest apologies, for some reason I have not been able to gain access to this site. I had originally thought it was everyone, until I was a random SM post highlighting they had just posted. 

 

I have had to use another computer to gain access, but I am not sure what the problem is, as I checked my IP, and there are no issues with it.

 

Sorry again, I got sidetracked. Thank you for your kind words. I have decided that is probably that I have come from the Paul Valéry school of thought, more popularly known due to WH Auden’s paraphrasing “A poem is never finished - only abandoned”. 


Alliswend bin ich nicht, doch vie list mir bewußt.