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What the Haystacks Find
by Nicole Assenzamy secrets to you ARE
confessions of
every kind,
every
other
line--
dropping pins and knives;
AND Ive been a snake before--
cant deny,
I need to shed my sin
my secrets to you are confessions of every kind
and I lie like the dogs
(youll always kick aside)
haystacks find pins and knives
bleed the one
whos left them behind
regrets the big hand,
flails backwards, melts
with no reward
04/17/2007 Author's Note: Now you only talk to your current therapist, which I'm not.
Posted on 04/17/2007
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Butcher on 04/18/07 at 07:07 PM this poem has great rhythm and flow. i really enjoyed reading it. |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 06/15/07 at 03:52 PM Excellent metaphor for regret - quite true. Great poem too; I like stanza three best, with the confessions of every kind and the kicking aside of the lying dogs... Very nice. ;) |
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