Twisted paper torn onto a broken heart,
Ripped from inside pain of written words,
Dumping of a deep loving relationship, lost.
Years spent together divorced in seconds.
Paper cuts stinging in slashing sentences.
Tears smearing ink stains of disbelieve,
Letters distorting denial of blurry visions,
Sharpened in pure focused rage, “Its Over”,
Exploding hands shredding volatile paper,
Angrily wringing it, into utter oblivion.
Flooding, sobbing, great emotional duress,
Such loneliness, alone again without a lover,
Empty vacuum devoid of inner tranquility,
Storming upon feelings, “Why, oh damn why”.
Millions of “What if, what if” questioning,
Feeling so guilty, then to curse the emotion,
Leveling a barrage of destructive attacks,
Only to feel a heart breaking so much more.
Piecing the paper back together for answers,
To then destroy it beyond any recognition.
Twisted paper still residing inside the heart,
It has been years of missing, then forgetting,
Being shocked back to those words before them,
Breathing in a moving image, so much alive.
They look to recognize, then turn their head.
As the person say, “Hello”, in daggers of chills.
Walking past them, making them feel so cold.
Deep inside feeling a piercing look upon a back,
Wondering if there ever was, any feelings.
As hidden tears, show the damn twisted paper.
Note: This is not something that really happened but imagined. I just thought about, how much pain a piece of paper could carry, for the longest period of time.
Still in the San Francisco area and loving it’s Freedom of self expression. Talked to someone from Alabama, who said they would never go back, telling me about so many new places of free thought here that I know I must return, and starve within the wealth of an open mind. I guess one must tear the bond of personal possessions and sell them to move on to a new life of open air Freedom, in order to gain the poetic voices of so called Democracy.
D.Lester 01/24/06 ©
Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time.
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