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I Didn't Get Here Alone, Jack (W/ Morgan Hafele)
by Anita MacEchoes bounce readily
through the space between us
off these walls we built.
My breath weighs
heavily on my chest --
claustrophobic in my own body.
My youth and maturity
are interchangeable;
an armor for every occasion --
an occasion for every breath.
My heart beats uncontrollably
and my past seems a savory riddle
against the future's
bland ambiguity.
The dark unknown
I can't seem to shake.
And I can't seem to help
getting lost in my head,
remembering the taste -- you
never shared,
something lost over the horizon.
We ended up just shuffling through
this maze of walls,
never quite sure
which ones belonged to whom.
Never quite caring
as they did their job...
just a little too well.
07/04/2010 Author's Note: My thanks to Morgs, as ever. ;o)
Posted on 07/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/04/10 at 04:11 PM Worthy capture of a relationship that didn't work out. I especially like that second stanza. Hat's off to both you and Morgan. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/04/10 at 04:21 PM a delight as always! i am quite pleased with this piece |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/06/10 at 06:24 PM Anita, please see me my revised comment under Morgan's posting of the same poem. All in all, excellent work! |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/08/10 at 12:14 AM read this several times over and I keep coming back to "an armor for every occasion -- an occasion for every breath." A lot of heavy stuff in this piece as a whole - but those two lines really drive it home for me. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/08/10 at 08:24 PM Really like this piece. Well crafted. The 2nd stanza is wonderful and the last stanza ties this all together.
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