Come on, come on, come on,
Let’s get you started, son
Alone along a long
Way - that’s your timeline, hon.
It’s you and you,
There’s no one else.
Not that it’s something new,
It’s just to catch your glance.
Now who’s that talking
In your poor bifurcated head?
Who’s that stalking
Your only remaining attempt
To stay in one-one-one-one piece
And to regain-gain-gain-gain peace
With that innermost twat?
Who?
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Author:
Victor Bolshov (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2025 02:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Ever stopping that inner dialog? ;-)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Loved the implication of duality in this poem and the idea of how we have inner arguments with ourselves. A fun read
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Very relatable write, something a lot of us do argue with ourselves, enjoyed the read
Is it ever an argument with someone else? 😉
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