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"Undone"
by Max PhineasI'm finding some excuse not to pack
...My iPod needs an update
...I need to collect my thoughts.
I want to go back
But I don't.
I listen to my jaw click
My head bobs to my mind's tick
Tick...tick...
My thoughts are clouded by champagne and weariness
My suitcase lies open, empty on the floor.
Tomorrow I'll go back and restart this
But I wish I just had one tomorrow more.
I'll love it once I get there
I love it even now
But I feel so unfulfilled here
Unrelaxed, unrefreshed, unrevived...
...Undone. 03/22/2008 Author's Note: I need to remember how to relax...or learn.
Posted on 03/23/2008
Copyright © 2025 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/25/08 at 12:12 AM There're these snipits of rhythm that just blow me away here... And knowing the feeling kind of helps with loving the poem, as well. |
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