No, I insist,
I really do.
Take these words and my hands,
take these clothes from my back,
take these thoughts from my head,
take the stories I can’t work out how to tell
the sentences that don’t string together well
that end up dropping letters
in the oddest of places.
The syllable end up confused,
verbs, adjectives, nouns
they have started to interbreed,
there is now no telling the difference
between this and that!
Its all become the same and even the comma
has gone on strike.
Fed up with my inability to decide
when exactly I need a breath
and the blue faced frustration of loosing parts
due to suffocation.
I have too many beginnings and middles
but no end.
I just go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and…
BREATHE! For heaven’s sake breathe!
Do you see this?
Do you see why I have to insist
that you take someone of these loose threads
dangling from my grey matter.
Perhaps you can do something with them
that I simply couldn’t manage.
Daily Post: Insist
I’ve not been writing much recently so I’m trying to get back into it. I’d love to hear your thoughts so if you’ve got a spare moment please take the time to say hi in the comments below. If you’re a poet yourself then let me know and I’ll be sure to pop by and check out your work.