by Richard Vince

So we’re back here again:
Her piercing eyes making me

I want to hide, but find myself
Naked before her; exposed; cold
And alone, shrinking in the
Middle of an expanding room.

My words collapse into
Random noises, shattered into
Inarticulate shards as I
Drop them before her.

The floor will surely cease
To bear my weight as the
Burden I carry grows.

Somehow, I never expect this.
Perhaps it is merely
Misguided nostalgia that
Plunges me back into the
Deep water of old ways.

This irrationality must not
Drag me down. I must
Escape before I drown.


Posted on 02/28/2012
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/05/12 at 12:41 AM

I love this, I am familiar with this irrational thinking and I sometimes wonder why I inflict it on myself.

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