Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/01

For now, it feels too good to be cut here,
A stretch of white they would not let me touch.
I never should have let them interfere;
My struggles were not their concern as such.

For now, it feels too good to let it burn,
To let the thoughts seethe like these drops of red.
They had me doubting I'd get to return
To listen to the voices in my head.

Clear. The song is clear. There is no knot
And every word is like a perfect gem
With revelation lurking at the clot.

Controlled. The pain is warm. This is my way.
I'll circle back to get away from them
But otherwise I don't expect to stay.

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