It is not that I am lost

I just do not wish to be found

Tangled in the barbs

Of your insensitivity

You with your big hands on me

Holding me down

So that you can stare

With your underlying motives

You keep me there

Insisting I talk

But then you never share

Your string of relentless questions

Put such a strain on me

They drain my batteries

For all that I would like to do

That does not include you

Spoiling my day

With your foot in the way

Of the door to my good intentions

©Kay Salady

Image Credit:  Jessica Simpson Hiding in the Dark Wallpaper


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on April 10, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. nice!


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