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by Vere MantratriadI do not subscribe to your silence
I can not abide its ways when the
barricades are stolen to box me in
though in all Ive seen
I have never seen a truer side to myself
than the side that crawls to your door
repeatedly like a lost mutt
scratching, barely marring the corner
come again, come again
but you will not listen,
nor do I expect it of you
I only live on wish and reverie
pretend need on automatic bending knee
I have invited the beast in
brewed him tea of honey,
blackcurrant and mandarin
and in same breath, wondered
where hed come from and
how hed gotten in
now I diagnose myself, guarded
in need of Latin and holy water
I am amazed now by your demeanor
I find myself jealous of your fortitude
I am haunted now by your passages
and cherished by none of these
I thought you could
stand past my transference
look through my stonewalling
read along with my caprice
alleviate my neurosis
I shouldnt have come
I shouldnt have stared
I shouldnt have written
I shouldnt have cared 01/01/2006 Author's Note: unfinished
Posted on 01/01/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elle O'Connor on 01/06/06 at 01:48 AM I would agree that this is finished. It's heavy, weighted with emotion. I'd be afraid you'd diminish that quality if you played with it. |
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