Boundaries

MessyHead

Half past eight in the eve
He's calling late, knowing I dislike the phone
Lacking consideration, he calls it a foible
And insistant, he exists it seems, to install cracks in my boundaries 
Chip away until I wonder, am I being over the top? 

I am not

The crack will spread, across all that I am 
Until I shatter
And lay
Wondering how it happened
Sure I was to blame, in some way

  • Author: MessyHead (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2023 00:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 2781

    Excuse my comment but I find victory in your last line.
    "If we were judged ourselves we wouldn't be judged."

    • MessyHead

      I appreciate your reply, I don't really understand what you mean though

    • Bobby O

      Nice job. A completed scenario in just a few lines

      • MessyHead

        Much appreciated



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