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Right Place, Right Time, Wrong People
by Danny WashingtonWhat makes this feeling unique, as far as Im concerned
Is the way that its the usual cliché
With an unusual feeling of guilt.
Im not a selfless person, yet
That is certainly how it seems.
Im not overtly caring, but
Simple gestures become second nature.
Small acts of warmth, or kindness
Spill out of me like some desperate schemer
Though my only concern is for comfort.
An emphatic need for connection
Id thought Id experience before
But never on such a frightening scale.
And in a purely lamenting, un-sexual way,
As un-sexual as I can be at this stage
Ive never craved it so severely
To have this exception in my arms.
And the truly unique factor in this
Is that an often spouted myth has become resonant
I truly have her happiness and best interests at heart
This should forever be the case
However Im blessed with cynical realism.
Though this beauty does her best
To dispel all reasonable thinking
Its not a guard she has to get through,
More my natural defences.
And that special feeling, so different from the rest
The thing that excels us above my reserve,
Is that she may just succeed,
In destroying me yet.
12/03/2008 Posted on 12/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Danny Washington
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 12/03/08 at 01:55 PM Interesting perspective... nice work
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| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/03/08 at 03:57 PM It seems like it's impossible to remain a complete cynic, even though it's sometimes the smartest thing we could hope to do. Outstanding work, sir. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/03/08 at 04:27 PM ...danny, you intrigue me with your lil' waltz with the whole concept-o-copia... |
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