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Some Days

by Allison Smith

Some days
Arnt any better
Than the days before

Everyone lied.

Disconnection
Telephone extension
Reinvention
All the other ‘encions’
of you

But not of me.

I’m not even falling
I’m crawling
Don’t even have shoes
or feet, or foot in mouth, no words that
spew from mouths
not mine
nor anyone else’s will make you hear.


Third dimension
Wrong ascension
Hypertension

That bit’s just for me.

And for you?

l o v e

(Even if you don’t deserve it.)

((And you don’t.))

07/23/2009

Author's Note: This poem is stuck

Posted on 07/23/2009
Copyright © 2025 Allison Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/23/09 at 02:12 PM

Well, We all live our yesterdays, everyday, failing to break the umpteen chains of cause and effect, letting the momentum of happenings take its own course.But, as you said, despite 'Third dimension Wrong ascension Hypertension That bit’s just for me', we continue to play our roles even of not playing a role.

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/24/09 at 12:50 AM

Good write lady and welcome to pathetic. When life flows it can be great but sometimes that is when we lose track of what it is all about. We seem happy but aren't really seeing what is going on.

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