CRAZED and CONFUSED
It was a tangled mess. It was an important matter, and it required resolution Jumping right in all gung ho, ignoring the hero syndrome illusion
Progress was elusive as if it were buried in the desert deep and there were acres and acres of sand
Trying to find an answer not really knowing the proper question or demand That’s the point of full stop, my frustration soon began
The very day I woke up knowing we, together , were perfect, was the very day she left
From this , What could be the question that serves to fill the hollow soul in my possession? Ironically my desert search uncovers every God forsaken Oasis but rather than cool water , I’d rather drink the sand cuz frenzied moving granules moves one grain closer to my plan, if I could only know which question asked gets me to understand that what I was sure was absolute, turned to dromedary neverland.
Bobby O
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Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you fall hard and she is viciously indifferent every search, every question, every tear and every plea will forever be a waste of time.
- Category: Love
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Some tough realisations here..I hope time will heal.
For sure.
Painful to read, but oh so raw. I think this one's my favorite from you, because it feels the most real. Mmmm not necessarily a waste of time. We always focus on the aftermath. What about the good times? But, what do I know!!! This is beautifully heartfelt!!! Glad you shared it!!!
You didn’t laugh at my playful attempt to make you smile
Maybe a little....😁
It’s all made up. I just pretended that a woman dumped me as hard as thst is to believe it could happen???! And I don’t even know what a dromedary is?
Doubtful! Not made up! Although, if you don't know the meaning....why use it? I thought it symbolized a jump.. hump...OR out of? At least that's what I understood.
there are those that say the last cut is the deepest ..
but we all know that it's just the beginning, don't we .. a fine narrative that bites deep and leaves a sting behind it .. Neville
The barren desert must feelings so foreign from your side of Chicago-and those darn grains of sand, ouch, in the land escape of your words…wishing you well…
Many thanks.
You got that right bro. Great job.
In the best way it can be said
You’re a monster.
check out my latest 4 walls...I'd love your opinion.
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