Reunited with unscripted worry, at last
But, my noose-obligated friend, you await your punishment like I and I
Patience are virtuous as can be
To be, or not – to await, or not
Or perhaps to even rot
Here – glance, the eyes, away from the surest fiend
But, but – my objections account for forgetfulness
As lost as mindless reminders – to those of which I am faulted -
Because of the eagerness to escape the wretchedness which soon awaits
“It’s okay.” It is not.
For every muscle torn: sarcastic foolishness equates to humble scorn
Disappointment from thee
And from me – to myself – with or without any help
Please return what isn’t mine
I didn’t mean it at all…
But, BUT – “I” am the one who suffers the consequence
My eyebrows tell the same tale
Guilt and…
Jnana Hodson
February 19, 2013 at 3:50 pm
I keep returning to your hint of SCRIPTED worry and wonder how much falls into that side of the equation. As a born worrier, I can run the equations so easily, even before you throw guilt or shame into the mix.
But it seems it’s the unscripted ones that cause all the trouble.
Or, at the least, thicken the plot.
A Rhythm Runs Through It
February 20, 2013 at 4:46 pm
Beautiful E! A tale well told…:-D
A Rhythm Runs Through It
February 20, 2013 at 5:09 pm
Oh AND my favorite line: “But, my noose-obligated friend, you await your punishment like I and I”…:-D
Nanabanana Here
February 25, 2013 at 4:37 pm
VERY well done! “Here-glance, the eyes, away from the surest fiend”. Marvelous malevolence.