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by Corey Lockaby

my fingers tremble as i act like it's fine
covering my bases thoughtlessly
like a long (mis)used
habit

there's nothing i can handle anymore

i can't even talk about it
the one person-

if i have to be mad at someone

then please please
just forgive me now
the world doesn't cut it for me

there isn't a scapegoat, you're the closest thing
to blame
i could find

so, withering happily in the corner,
i neatly fold up and put away my thank you's
and goodnight's

and once i'm finished forgiving you
for what you're afraid to say
i'll take out an it's okay
and

i'm just not sure

devour it

and i think i'll try to go to sleep
i can't reach you, nobody can reach me

i'll just lay there and douse my mind
until nothing is left but ashes for you to sweep
(sleep)
away

07/26/2005

Author's Note: This doesn't feel right. I hope it's poetry. I didn't exactly organize my thoughts in a manner aesthetically pleasing, so perhaps it shouldn't count.

Posted on 07/27/2005
Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 07/27/05 at 10:28 AM

In my opinion, the disjointedness actually helps to get the message across - angst is never well-ordered. I like this. Is the first word in the 7th stanza meant to be "So"?

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/27/05 at 03:37 PM

Well, it does express the emotions and the mood which isn't one with the external and immidiate life situation.

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