Can thoughts present themselves?
In the form of something physical?
I feel them crawl down my back
This stress is "theoretical"
Don't test me as I come
Or please me as I leave [because]
I feel your eyes both on my back
Your hands imprint on my sleeve
I can't fix you, I can't fix–
what's been broken again, and again
I can love, help, support, and please
But I have to first let go of me
You had me wrapped around your finger
And I fear that you still do
My emotions all still linger and
That's how I know my love was true
I want to break my heart again
Clean up all the pieces
Start again with new eyes
New eyes that are more pure
Spare my heart your capricious malice
I'm trapped and faint in a broken palace
[Originally written September 10th, 2020.]
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Comments3
This may just go well together in timbre and tone to my poem "capricious recollections" which should be posted up in this site. A sumptuous feast of thought and emotion.
Good write Tom.
Brilliant!
wow, I feel
you're just getting better and better, what a talent!
Happy New Year dear Poet
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