Somewhere In The Middle Of Moving On
September 8th 2009 01:23
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Poems
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I've absorbed some shocks
Warped some distortion-resistant personal technology
Weathered your crude, sharp jolts
Tossed aside my serenity
I keep my fingers curled around the bars of
Self-made cells;
Divided into one, the only number I can't stand
Distressed, I build up my sense of being whole
I'm searching for the narrative into which I can land
Safe from your persistent lunges
Into my personal space, and out
What kind of questions do I need to condone?
Where is your apology - to yourself?
Can you really handle so much pain?
Why do I believe you,
In some neglected corner of my mind?
Why do I protect these oppressors
From my own fury and calm?
How can I prevent pretending
That you harbour some lucrative charm?
Are you really so vindictive
As you would have yourself believe?
Does it make you feel triumphant
That I neglect my sense of self-worth
In the face of your blinding need
To establish your insecurities as worthwhile?
You'll attest to my positivity
And yet it is not approval I seek from you
You're just a stranded, lonesome 'I",
Waiting to be reclaimed by my view
Although I search and search for permission to lurch
I cannot grant this special request
Access to self-pity has been denied
Self-flagellation cast aside
I straighten my back, tilt my head,
Walk on
And as the people smile back,
I know it won't be long
Till I've moved
Well and truly
On
Warped some distortion-resistant personal technology
Weathered your crude, sharp jolts
Tossed aside my serenity
I keep my fingers curled around the bars of
Self-made cells;
Divided into one, the only number I can't stand
Distressed, I build up my sense of being whole
I'm searching for the narrative into which I can land
Safe from your persistent lunges
Into my personal space, and out
What kind of questions do I need to condone?
Where is your apology - to yourself?
Can you really handle so much pain?
In some neglected corner of my mind?
Why do I protect these oppressors
From my own fury and calm?
How can I prevent pretending
That you harbour some lucrative charm?
Are you really so vindictive
As you would have yourself believe?
Does it make you feel triumphant
That I neglect my sense of self-worth
In the face of your blinding need
To establish your insecurities as worthwhile?
You'll attest to my positivity
And yet it is not approval I seek from you
You're just a stranded, lonesome 'I",
Waiting to be reclaimed by my view
Although I search and search for permission to lurch
I cannot grant this special request
Access to self-pity has been denied
Self-flagellation cast aside
I straighten my back, tilt my head,
Walk on
And as the people smile back,
I know it won't be long
Till I've moved
Well and truly
On
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